After yesterday's dialog debacle, today's mildly uncomfortable conversation is a quaint respite before we step into the cat poo of Wilbur and Estelle's relationship.
Dawn is being kinda passive-aggressive. I expect her to run into Estelle in the hallway and she'll yell at her "You're not my mom and Winky's not my sister!"Dawn tells Wilbur that they'll "catch up later in the week." What's that all about? Don't they see each other when Dawn comes home? After all, Wilbur has a work from home job, I think. (WHen Mary does Wilbur's job, she works from home.) Or does Dawn spend as much time as she can away from home.With a dope like Wilbur for a father, I don't blame her.My dream scenario is that Estelle tracked down Arthur/er and she's living in his trailer with WInky and that poor dog. If she's going to set the bar low, you might as well do it right.
I hope this is foreshadowing Hugo calling Dismal Dawn the wrong name—perhaps Toby—during their video chat.
Well, one not quite mystery has been cleared up a bit. If Dawn is just going to one class this semester, it will take her rather a long while to get that Associates degree in Classics with a minor in Parkour/Yoga.
Daddy Wilbur and his baby girl exchange a smooch as she leaves for her 8th grade class at Santa Royale Middle School. “Oh daddy, remember to sign my permission slip for the outing at Trampoline World!” she exclaims as she closes the door. Good grief.Is an Estelle-Dawn side eye smack down a la short-skirted Iris and temporarily Goth Dawn too much to hope for? Yeah, that’s what I thought.
Run to class? Why bother, she has taken every class at SRCC many times? Meanwhile, upstairs, Winky, er, Libby, is sharpening her claws...
I always thought the gullible old lady was named Winky and the cat was named Estelle.
We now return to today's episode of "Déjà Dump." "Oh Wilbur, you should have called first.""I couldn't wait, Estelle.""Wilbur, I'd like you to meet Austin. We've been seeing each other since you've been away.""Nice to meet you, sir.""Austin owns his own computer tech business.""And I like to deejay on weekends.""So Wilbur, what brings you here?"-- Scottie McW.
How long before Wilbur 1) eats a ham sandwich and 2) goes over to Mary's for some free food
Dawn’s Fall class list:Seashell Jewelry, History and SymbolismElementary housepainting: Purple stucco, a California traditionPsychology of long-distance relationshipsGiving a Damn When You Don’t: a guide for the self-centered
"Winky?!" I think that's an insult to the one-eyed. Like calling a three-legged cat "Tripod".
LouiseF - A very long time ago, a three-legged, feral cat wandered into my yard. After many, many weeks of coaxing, she finally decided to take the chance to come inside. Well.. that was it; she quickly realized that she'd fallen into a pot of jam and never showed any interest in going out again. After considering "Lefty" and "Mitten" I decided to call her Peg. But if she could have spoken, I'm sure she would have told me; Call me anything you want; just don't call me "Late for dinner."HelenClark
I love the story of Peg, Helen Clark!
Tard pour le diner, as Hugo would say to his cat.
Thank you, Vince. Peg lived to be a very old, and a very happy old cat.HelenClark
I had a one-legged parrot for many years. Well, she had a leg and a stumpy peg-leg that lacked a foot. I called her Peggy.She was a sweet parrot but unfortunately passed away due to a lung infection.
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