* Mary turns pool water into a weak but acceptable Chardonnay * The Weeping Face of Mary (Worth) miraculously appears in a plate of beige-colored salmon squares * Mary makes the lame walk again by kicking Wilbur out of Her apartment * Mary tells Her manical followers to remember Her when eating muffins, and also when doing anything else. * Mary sets the Israelis and the Palestinians against one another — just for kicks.
I get the intention that many, few saying, but to me it always sounds like its basic point is that most everybody but a few suck at what they do... which, well, maybe the saying has a point after all at least as applied to the Worthiverse.
Our hopes for a pool party and/or a new plot have been dashed. Curses!
Greta took a look at the creepy Bella portraits and bolted. Smart dog!
BTW, if you want to read genuinely honest and touching comic strips about animal adoptions, read Patrick McDonnell’s “Mutts” this week. It’s his semiannual Shelter Stories week, which will be the ideal antidote to KM’s ham handed attempt.
Monday: I'm not the most exemplary model of sartorial discretion but I can confidently say that, in order, a purple bow tie over a pink dress shirt under a green sweater vest transitioning to a white belt and grey slacks with brown shoes which simply don't make it, is not a look anyone, much less Saul Wynter, should be sporting.
MONDAY: A newly adopted pet going into hiding as soon as she is brought into the house. That’s something that is more than likely to happen, and I speak from experience. For the first six weeks of the tenure of my current cat, I referred to her as The Invisible Kitty. The food and water bowls emptied and the litter box filled up, and that’s the only way I knew she was in the house. Now she’s an extremely affectionate lap cat who sleeps with me. I’m just amazed that KM got something right for a change. I guess it’s a case of blind squirrel finding occasional nut.
Greta is a dog on a mission. Her intensive training from her pre-shelter life has kicked in, and she’s off to resume her career as a bedbug-snuffing canine.
Next stop: Saul’s (ineffective) Posturepedic mattress.
Next week: the Goleta County Health Department raids Charterstone.
I see a trip back to the shelter from hell for Greta. I can speak from experience as well that a cat (or dog) who is not familiar with their surroundings will hide. When we adopted our cat (I should say my husband’s cat because she wants no part of me for whatever reason) Sasha, she hid for weeks. My husband was concerned she would starve. I told him that would never happen. Like you fauxprof, the litter box was filled and the food gone. I’m sure Myster Wynter (or KM) doesn’t understand the nuances of an animal in a new home. He’ll be running to Mary saying Greta hates him and it’s her fault for tricking into getting that stupid Weiner dog.
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Wanders, I think Mary is God in this story. Greta is either a vineyard worker or a guest at the wedding of the king’s son. It’s very complicated.
HEY, YOU FORGOT THE TIRES!!
Does this mean there's going to be a banquet? Or at least another pool party? Maybe Toby will be invited but refuse to go.
Little known fact: Orhan Pamuk spelled backward is Kumap Nahro. Which, as dumb as that is, is arguably more interesting than today's strip.
-- Scottie McW.
Wanders, in answer to your question, dog spelled backwards is . . . well, you know.
-- S. McW.
Coming up next in Mary Worth:
* Mary turns pool water into a weak but acceptable Chardonnay
* The Weeping Face of Mary (Worth) miraculously appears in a plate of beige-colored salmon squares
* Mary makes the lame walk again by kicking Wilbur out of Her apartment
* Mary tells Her manical followers to remember Her when eating muffins, and also when doing anything else.
* Mary sets the Israelis and the Palestinians against one another — just for kicks.
I get the intention that many, few saying, but to me it always sounds like its basic point is that most everybody but a few suck at what they do... which, well, maybe the saying has a point after all at least as applied to the Worthiverse.
Please don't tell me that if I'm blessed (and lucky) enough to make it to the Pearly Gates, that it will be Mary Worth standing there to greet me.
Beaumier, don't forget Mary feeding the five thousand with five small muffins and two salmon squares.
Frequent vomiting can be detrimental to your esophagus and your tooth enamel. Don't make me sue you for damages, Moy.
As G. K. Chesterton wrote in one of the Fr. Brown mysteries, "I have nothing against a dog, so long as no one is spelling him backwards."
MONDAY
Our hopes for a pool party and/or a new plot have been dashed. Curses!
Greta took a look at the creepy Bella portraits and bolted. Smart dog!
BTW, if you want to read genuinely honest and touching comic strips about animal adoptions, read Patrick McDonnell’s “Mutts” this week. It’s his semiannual Shelter Stories week, which will be the ideal antidote to KM’s ham handed attempt.
Monday: I'm not the most exemplary model of sartorial discretion but I can confidently say that, in order, a purple bow tie over a pink dress shirt under a green sweater vest transitioning to a white belt and grey slacks with brown shoes which simply don't make it, is not a look anyone, much less Saul Wynter, should be sporting.
MONDAY: A newly adopted pet going into hiding as soon as she is brought into the house. That’s something that is more than likely to happen, and I speak from experience. For the first six weeks of the tenure of my current cat, I referred to her as The Invisible Kitty. The food and water bowls emptied and the litter box filled up, and that’s the only way I knew she was in the house. Now she’s an extremely affectionate lap cat who sleeps with me. I’m just amazed that KM got something right for a change. I guess it’s a case of blind squirrel finding occasional nut.
Greta is a dog on a mission. Her intensive training from her pre-shelter life has kicked in, and she’s off to resume her career as a bedbug-snuffing canine.
Next stop: Saul’s (ineffective) Posturepedic mattress.
Next week: the Goleta County Health Department raids Charterstone.
I see a trip back to the shelter from hell for Greta. I can speak from experience as well that a cat (or dog) who is not familiar with their surroundings will hide. When we adopted our cat (I should say my husband’s cat because she wants no part of me for whatever reason) Sasha, she hid for weeks. My husband was concerned she would starve. I told him that would never happen. Like you fauxprof, the litter box was filled and the food gone. I’m sure Myster Wynter (or KM) doesn’t understand the nuances of an animal in a new home. He’ll be running to Mary saying Greta hates him and it’s her fault for tricking into getting that stupid Weiner dog.
Maybe the Operation man would like a second dog.
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