Mary and Jeff are discussing Libby's less appealing antics a lot more than they discussed those of Ted Miller (what a character!). For Mary, a cat lounging on a laptop was more infuriating than attempted sexual assault.
In what deserted waters are they cruising - the Bermuda Triangle?
Jeff's boat looks like it's capsizing. What a wonderful ending this would be to two self absorbed idiots.
Mary professed this love for Libby, but now she's complaining about what a pain in the neck she was. Jeff concurs by saying in effect (to quote my late mother) "Good riddance to bad rubbish". Now Estelle is enjoying all the annoying things that Mary experienced.
I find it funny that Mary didn't mention lamb licking in her litany of complaints about Libby.
(I hope this is not inappropriate; if it is, whack it)
Mary lets it all out: "Yes, it is a relief. I came to hate that &$@@!+^%$ cat. I was THISCLOSE to driving that *%#@**% out to the #@+%# desert and dropping her $@&%$ +@!^$ off, but those busybodies at the %@%**@! shelter would have come climbing all up in my %@(&$%. I owe Estelle some major muffins."
Shocked by this torrent of obscenities, a stunned and disoriented Jeff plows his boat into the rocks.
So, the lesson I'm getting from this part of the story is that it's OK to undertake a major commitment without being prepared to do so and then, when convenient, exploit a neighbor's despair in order to foist off your responsibilities on someone else.
Then go cruising on a boat ride with your 'boyfriend' to celebrate.
Obviously the strip author hates cats. Just remember, even when you have 104 degrees fever, you still have to get up and walk the dog. Dogs also cause allergies (sometimes worse). Finally, most dogs will fawn all over anyone who needs them. You have to merit a cat's love.
#$&**@!!## Mary ! It's called cat ownership. Yes, they sit on your laptop. Yes, they sleep on your pillow. And, yes, they jump up on the table or the kitchen counter. You #%&%$## ! Go "visit" your boyfriend. And then, go "visit" yourself !
Better that Mary "gave" the cat away instead of solving her terrible cat problems by putting Libby in a cage 24/7 just like the one Libby was in at Animal Shelter.
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Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
"Why Jeff Never Sleeps Over".
Got into all!
Do.
Breakfast...laptop...pillow!
Relief, out!
Excellent haiku title, @Nance!
Mary and Jeff are discussing Libby's less appealing antics a lot more than they discussed those of Ted Miller (what a character!). For Mary, a cat lounging on a laptop was more infuriating than attempted sexual assault.
In what deserted waters are they cruising - the Bermuda Triangle?
Jeff's boat looks like it's capsizing. What a wonderful ending this would be to two self absorbed idiots.
Mary professed this love for Libby, but now she's complaining about what a pain in the neck she was. Jeff concurs by saying in effect (to quote my late mother) "Good riddance to bad rubbish". Now Estelle is enjoying all the annoying things that Mary experienced.
I find it funny that Mary didn't mention lamb licking in her litany of complaints about Libby.
(I hope this is not inappropriate; if it is, whack it)
Mary lets it all out: "Yes, it is a relief. I came to hate that &$@@!+^%$ cat. I was THISCLOSE to driving that *%#@**% out to the #@+%# desert and dropping her $@&%$ +@!^$ off, but those busybodies at the %@%**@! shelter would have come climbing all up in my %@(&$%. I owe Estelle some major muffins."
Shocked by this torrent of obscenities, a stunned and disoriented Jeff plows his boat into the rocks.
-- Scottie McW.
I sense a gap here. Mary is fondly reminiscing, not complaining, and Jeff is missing the point.
Regina Wolfe-Parks, your second sentence says everything that needs to be said.
Yes Mary, you did the right thing once again...
So, the lesson I'm getting from this part of the story is that it's OK to undertake a major commitment without being prepared to do so and then, when convenient, exploit a neighbor's despair in order to foist off your responsibilities on someone else.
Then go cruising on a boat ride with your 'boyfriend' to celebrate.
Thanks Vince. Mary is also a hypocrite as well.
Obviously the strip author hates cats. Just remember, even when you have 104 degrees fever, you still have to get up and walk the dog. Dogs also cause allergies (sometimes worse). Finally, most dogs will fawn all over anyone who needs them. You have to merit a cat's love.
Thanks, Scottie McW:
I #@$%# love it when Mary swears!
#$&**@!!## Mary ! It's called cat ownership. Yes, they sit on your laptop. Yes, they sleep on your pillow. And, yes, they jump up on the table or the kitchen counter. You #%&%$## ! Go "visit" your boyfriend. And then, go "visit" yourself !
Better that Mary "gave" the cat away instead of solving her terrible cat problems by putting Libby in a cage 24/7 just like the one Libby was in at Animal Shelter.
@KitKat--Thank you. I have to admit that lately, this strip has been putting a damper on my wit.
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