Saturday, March 2, 2013

Mary Worth 1,545

Based on the starch in his bathrobe cuffs, and the shine on his counter tops (panel 1), I'm guessing Tom Harpman is a neat freak. Of course, a neat freak wouldn't leave his giant kitchen broom sitting out when company arrives.

Today's Full Strip

25 comments:

Thorpnotized said...

It's going to take a long time for Tom to finish his soup with that flat, 3-inch spoon.

JustSayin' said...

Notice how Mary is poised like a vulture; just waiting for her opening to stick her nose where it doesn't belong. And Tom Harpman just gave her the way in...

Yahoonski said...

Wow! Tom not only has one of those self-rearranging kitchens like Mary's, his tissue has added a few new wrinkles to itself in panel 2. By the way, try folding your hands to match the position of Mary's; it feels quite unnatural, doesn't it?

Dave in Parma said...

It's one of those wooden ice cream spoons @ Thorp.

Unfortunately this looks like it will be a 'mommy' issue storyline.

kathyo said...

Tom, did you forget to say grace first? Mary's trying to remind you.

Anonymous said...

Why didn't Mary bring Dr. Jeff along to help Tom? Oh yeah, Dr. Jeff would just sit on Tom's couch, turn on the TV and watch religion shows.

Anonymous said...

All those people Mary's mentioning have just one mother? I'm frightened already.

meg said...

Wanders, that giant broom doesn't belong to Tom. That's Mary's ride.

Lost in the Worthiverse said...

Fergit Mary's hands, the broom, the black-and-orange color scheme (again!)... what bugs me is that Tom is eating his spoon as if it's celery!

TeacherPatti said...

The overly shiny & neat nature of his home leads me to wonder if he is a germ-phobe and that is why he is hesitant to leave his home. That would be an interesting problem for Mary to "solve".

Not the Cake said...

Good thing Mary didn't want to join Tom in having soup too. There would be no room for her to eat it across from him at his really skinny table.

Maude Findlay said...

''Mother always said that a boy's best friend is his mother. You'd like my mother, Mary... and she'd like you, too.''

''Norman! Er, uh, I mean, ''Tom''! Who is that silver-haired trollop in the kitchen?''

''Nobody, Mother, just a kind neighbor, bringing me some soup! Don't mind Mother, Mary. She's just not herself since Father died.''

birdie said...

I can't imagine eating soup, while struggling with a cold, with an old lady sitting right in my face staring at me. It's beyond creepy.

I'd be deliberately blowing my nose so disgustingly that she'd have to leave.

I wouldn't eat the soup, either.

meg said...

Could that be an Army bathrobe? Maybe Mary will become an advocate for veterans.

Delilah said...

Man, that is one THICK bowl of soup - more like whipped cream with that little dollop-thingy on the top.

fauxprof said...

Inviting Mary Worth into your home is like inviting in a vampire, only she drains your personality and turns you into a cliche-ridden clone of herself. Tom Harpman is doomed.

Not the Cake said...

One more thing, on the occasions when I've made or brought food to someone who was sick, I didn't sit there watching them eat it, but left it for them so that they could eat it when they wanted it. Who does that other than the overly meddlesome? (Answered my own question.)

Anonymous said...

Your cooking reminds the people around you of their mothers, because the people around you have EATEN THEIR MOTHERS.

Shmoopie said...

SUNDAY:
Holy cow! Not only is today's strip not a recap of this week’s adventures, it even moves the plot along. And, NOOOOO! Not another story about love/dating/finding your soul mate!!!! Like most here on this blog I was rooting for a hoarder story (but that would mean too much stuff to draw and color) or have Tom Harpy be a Dance Mom, maybe! I was also secretly wishing for Tom to be a “gun enthusiast.” That would have provided a cutting edge topic that M&G could in no way mess up. Instead, we’ll now have to sit through weeks of Mary first curing Tom of his cold, then coaxing him out of his lair, introducing him to some of her young lady friends, making sure they go on appropriate dates (and tell her all the details so she can pass them on to Toby et al.), covering everything in a thick (possibly pink) layer of platitudes, etc., etc., ad nauseam. Gaaaaahhhh! Make it stop!

Anonymous said...

If I were you I'd be careful in in the shower, Mary.

meg said...

Mary Worth's Amazing Chicken Soup:
Fills your stomach AND dissolves your beard.

kathyo said...

SUNDAY: Mary has been in Tom's apartment for less than 10 minutes and already he's spilling his guts. She ought to consider becoming a detective on "The First 48."

meg said...

kathyo- Have you ever seen Mary Worth and Miss Marple in the same place at the same time? I'm just sayin'

fauxprof said...

Sunday: Uncle Joe just can't seem to realistically portray a person eating with a spoon or fork. However, He's Rembrandt compared with the clown who draws "Apartment 3-G". So, long may you wield a pen, Joe Giella, even though your characters can't wield a spoon.

Chrissy said...

My mother used to make soup for me when I was sick. And I was always sick. Especially after I ate her soup. Your soup reminds me of my mother's. I feel sick. May I have some more soup?