Wanders and Mrs. W., I hope you get some breaks from that rain. Don't worry about sending us any "on the beach" photos a la Dawn and her haughty Frenchman.
On to the Worthiverse: It's another Muffin Monday, with Mary and Toby gossiping. Now that it's autumn, Mary has swapped her purple cowl-neck knit for a long-sleeved purple shirt, and Toby found a circa 1985 sweater in the building lost and found bin. And isn't it reassuring that Iris checks up on Tommy and the apartment every so often., i.e., once in a blue moon?
Way to social distance, Wanders! Have a good time. I did my share of camping, RV and tent, in my younger days. It made me appreciate vacations in hotels with HBO, chocolates on the pillow, and most importantly, indoor plumbing.
I’m presuming that Iris owns the condo, and is not throwing away rent for Tommy. Who’s paying the condo association fees, though?
Well, gang, it's up to us to keep the snark going while Wanders wanders. So let's check in here every day with the bon mots.
As for Monday's strip, Toby is so helpful in pointing out that when she said "here," she meant "at Charterstone" and, you know, not "here" at some place other than Charterstone.
As for "Once a mother, always a mother," I can only say, "Once a vapid ditz, always a vapid ditz."
When it comes to camping, I’m with you fauxprof. I went once and it would take a lot more than a slap upside my head to get me to go again. For the life of me, I cannot see the appeal of it. You’re out in the middle of nowhere performing the same drudgery you slog through at home (cooking, washing dishes, etc.) but without benefit of modern appliances, all the while slapping at the biting insects swarming around your head. No thank you!
Have the best trip, Wanders and Mrs. Wanders — I’m glad you’re getting some space to the point of almost-envy.
Please tell me you aren’t staying in an AirBNB because today’s Wild New Plot Speculation is that Tommy rents out his mother’s room on the internet — needly to say, hilarious havoc and hijinks ensue.
Have fun Wanders. Like Mrs. Wanders, Camping is not my thing. Bugs, wild animals, more bugs (bugs love me for some reason. My husband never gets bit, but they feast on my flesh for some reason.) My boss once asked me if I ever went camping and I told him no, because with my luck a bear would probably take off with me. He thought I was joking. Trust me, I wasn't.
On to Mary and Toby. I don't know if it's just me, but does anyone else get annoyed at Mary and Toby gossiping about everyone in the building. She is such a nosy hag and Toby is such a nosy drunk. They have so little going on in their lives except booze, muffins and gossiping.
Have a wonderful time camping. I hope the rain isn't too bad.
I can't believe no one has commented on Toby's assertion yet. What the heck does she know about being a mother? Not that we aren't all grateful that she isn't, of course.
Tuesday Mary's open-ended calendar explains why she and Toby have endless time for gossiping and muffin making.
Toby, you might want to lighten up on your criticism of Tommy a bit. You two do have the same kind of hair after all, plus you're not exactly a ball of fire professionally either.
'Yes, Iris said his job there is steady'. Job is steady? Yes, steady.
This is illuminating. Grocery stores in Santa Royale must be open... steadily.
Signed, I am not a robot, I just play one on Mary Worth
Seriously, I just learned about scansion yesterday and realize that PhDs have been generated out of more ridiculous ideas than studying the incredibly weird linguistic elements of MW.
I just got back from camping! Also near a river. the Youghiogheny (pron. Yawk-a-gain-ee--really!) I love camping. It was so beautiful, and it's peaceful, and I find it so restorative. But then, I was a Girl Scout for ten years, and a camp counselor. It's in my blood.
I was away and just caught up on a week of MW. Ugh, slogging through that quantity of dreck at one time is rough. Especially the dialogue between Tommy and Brandy (such a fine girl). Now I think I need to go an lie down.
I certainly hope M and Mme. Wanders don't have the camping trip my husband and I recently went on, where we were awakened at 8am and treated to four 4(!) hours of lawn mowing in the state park. He got up to make coffee, and the stove ran out of gas, followed by his sitting on one of our lawn chairs that promptly collapsed. The Three Stooges couldn't have done any better. As for MW, it's unsettling that Mary and Toby haven't left Mary's kitchen in days. Perhaps they are planning another cruise adventure.
Wednesday Mary: “By the way, Toby, how’s Ian?” Toby: “ Who? Oh, him. I haven’t seen him for a couple of months. Anyway, can I have more whiskey for my coffee?”
Toby is as clueless as ever. (Must be the day-drinking.). While it’s nice to give Iris credit for Tommy’s recovery, she’s been something of an absentee mom. I can’t remember the last time they were in the same panel together. Not that Toby gives a darn either way.
Let's see... What would Tommy have had to do in order to "impress" Mary Worth? Start with cutting his hair. A nice coat and tie would do also. She's reaching for a muffin as she shares her lack of having been impressed, so perhaps he made a snide comment about her unimpressive baking. Or maybe he told her to "MYOB, busybody", when she tried to give his mother advice. I'd love to see that.
Thursday Toby, you should know by now that the correct statement isn’t “I suppose you’re right, Mary.” It’s “Yes, Mary, you’re always right,” Stop backsliding!
Meanwhile, Tommy prepares to fling a can of tomatoes at the guy interacting with Babe. Tommy being Tommy, he drops the can on his foot instead and breaks three toes.
We've seen this exact pose before -- Toby is entering the muffin rapture.
Meanwhile, Tommy is stocking shelves the Ultra-Generic section, where there is no distinction among the various kinds of pasta or the various preparations of canned tomatoes. This section is popular with shoppers who have difficulty making decisions and for those who really don't care.
Oh, the excitement! Brandy waits on a customer! Tommy stocks shelves! And Toby eyes a muffin with the same ardor she’d give to a glass of straight vodka! It’s more action than a Marvel Universe movie! I’m exhausted, and so is my exclamation point quota.
One of the cardinal rules of the Worthiverse is being flouted today. All restaurant food must be unrecognizable. Tommy and Brandy seem to be eating burgers and a plate of shared onion rings. Unless, of course, those are deep-fried turnip rings.
THURSDAY OMG - Tommy picks up a giant onion ring as he is about to ask Brandy a question. Whatever could it be? Foreshadowing at its finest is what I'm thinking!
I can picture it now: "Do you take this babe to be your lawfully wedded babe, to have and to have not, for bad or worse, in sickness or hangover, for poor or poorer?"
Babe, I just found out about a great business opportunity for us. It's raising teacup pigs. I saw a story about it in the Santa Royale Shopper. We can pool our money and maybe buy one pig to start. How about it?
Can either of these chowderheads cook? I can't think that their wages at Freda's can be so lucrative that they can eat out every night. And they certainly can't use the excuse that they forgot to go by the grocery store to pick up something for dinner.
SUNDAY How convenient that Tommy and Babe ordered a side of onion rings. Fries or deep-fried mushrooms would have required more work for Tommy’s proposal.
I’m assuming Tommy’s talking to the bottle of brandy on the shelf behind the bar. Good boy, Tommy! To think, you once would have thrown away your life for a bottle of Everclear, but you held out. They’re called “standards” baby — and you have one!
Been done before Tommy! Homer Simpson proposed to Marge with an onion ring. She then took it off because the oil was burning her finger and then Homer ate it.
52 comments:
Enjoy, Wes!
Try not to disturb Zak and Iris.
-- Scottie McW.
Wanders and Mrs. W., I hope you get some breaks from that rain. Don't worry about sending us any "on the beach" photos a la Dawn and her haughty Frenchman.
On to the Worthiverse: It's another Muffin Monday, with Mary and Toby gossiping. Now that it's autumn, Mary has swapped her purple cowl-neck knit for a long-sleeved purple shirt, and Toby found a circa 1985 sweater in the building lost and found bin. And isn't it reassuring that Iris checks up on Tommy and the apartment every so often., i.e., once in a blue moon?
Way to social distance, Wanders! Have a good time. I did my share of camping, RV and tent, in my younger days. It made me appreciate vacations in hotels with HBO, chocolates on the pillow, and most importantly, indoor plumbing.
I’m presuming that Iris owns the condo, and is not throwing away rent for Tommy. Who’s paying the condo association fees, though?
Enjoy your getaway, Wanders. Your vacation spot looks lovely.
Well, gang, it's up to us to keep the snark going while Wanders wanders. So let's check in here every day with the bon mots.
As for Monday's strip, Toby is so helpful in pointing out that when she said "here," she meant "at Charterstone" and, you know, not "here" at some place other than Charterstone.
As for "Once a mother, always a mother," I can only say, "Once a vapid ditz, always a vapid ditz."
-- S. McW.
When it comes to camping, I’m with you fauxprof. I went once and it would take a lot more than a slap upside my head to get me to go again. For the life of me, I cannot see the appeal of it. You’re out in the middle of nowhere performing the same drudgery you slog through at home (cooking, washing dishes, etc.) but without benefit of modern appliances, all the while slapping at the biting insects swarming around your head. No thank you!
Watch out for the poison ivy, Wanders!
HelenClark
Have the best trip, Wanders and Mrs. Wanders — I’m glad you’re getting some space to the point of almost-envy.
Please tell me you aren’t staying in an AirBNB because today’s Wild New Plot Speculation is that Tommy rents out his mother’s room on the internet — needly to say, hilarious havoc and hijinks ensue.
Have fun Wanders. Like Mrs. Wanders, Camping is not my thing. Bugs, wild animals, more bugs (bugs love me for some reason. My husband never gets bit, but they feast on my flesh for some reason.) My boss once asked me if I ever went camping and I told him no, because with my luck a bear would probably take off with me. He thought I was joking. Trust me, I wasn't.
On to Mary and Toby. I don't know if it's just me, but does anyone else get annoyed at Mary and Toby gossiping about everyone in the building. She is such a nosy hag and Toby is such a nosy drunk. They have so little going on in their lives except booze, muffins and gossiping.
Have a wonderful time camping. I hope the rain isn't too bad.
I can't believe no one has commented on Toby's assertion yet. What the heck does she know about being a mother? Not that we aren't all grateful that she isn't, of course.
Looks like the Delaware Water Gap- I’ve camped there a few times. Hardly any snakes in the outhouse....
Tuesday
Mary's open-ended calendar explains why she and Toby have endless time for gossiping and muffin making.
Toby, you might want to lighten up on your criticism of Tommy a bit. You two do have the same kind of hair after all, plus you're not exactly a ball of fire professionally either.
Ha haaaa, I enjoyed Toby's cattiness today. She can snark on Tommy all she wants. It's low-hanging fruit, but that's all she can handle.
I'd also love to see her dish some shade at Wilbur.
-- Scottie McW.
'Yes, Iris said his job there is steady'.
Job is steady?
Yes, steady.
This is illuminating. Grocery stores in Santa Royale must be open... steadily.
Signed,
I am not a robot, I just play one on Mary Worth
Seriously, I just learned about scansion yesterday and realize that PhDs have been generated out of more ridiculous ideas than studying the incredibly weird linguistic elements of MW.
I just got back from camping! Also near a river. the Youghiogheny (pron. Yawk-a-gain-ee--really!) I love camping. It was so beautiful, and it's peaceful, and I find it so restorative. But then, I was a Girl Scout for ten years, and a camp counselor. It's in my blood.
I was away and just caught up on a week of MW. Ugh, slogging through that quantity of dreck at one time is rough. Especially the dialogue between Tommy and Brandy (such a fine girl). Now I think I need to go an lie down.
I certainly hope M and Mme. Wanders don't have the camping trip my husband and I recently went on, where we were awakened at 8am and treated to four 4(!) hours of lawn mowing in the state park. He got up to make coffee, and the stove ran out of gas, followed by his sitting on one of our lawn chairs that promptly collapsed. The Three Stooges couldn't have done any better. As for MW, it's unsettling that Mary and Toby haven't left Mary's kitchen in days. Perhaps they are planning another cruise adventure.
Toby = Beotch.
Geez, lady, pull the daggers back a little!
Wednesday
Mary: “By the way, Toby, how’s Ian?”
Toby: “ Who? Oh, him. I haven’t seen him for a
couple of months. Anyway, can I have more
whiskey for my coffee?”
Toby is as clueless as ever. (Must be the day-drinking.). While it’s nice to give Iris credit for Tommy’s recovery, she’s been something of an absentee mom. I can’t remember the last time they were in the same panel together. Not that Toby gives a darn either way.
WEDNESDAY
What's with Toby and the "mother" bit for the last couple of days? Is this KM's way of suggesting that Toby might have a banana bread in the oven?
HelenClark
Maybe the secret ingredient was Viagra.
HelenClark, why didn't I think of that.
"He seems to have overcome his addiction problems."
"Speaking of which, I've been meaning to talk to you about your muffin dependency."
"Toby, I can stop any time I want."
"Uh-huh. By the way, you got a little something around here that I can perk up this coffee with? You know, a little hair of the dog."
-- Scottie McW.
Let's see... What would Tommy have had to do in order to "impress" Mary Worth? Start with cutting his hair. A nice coat and tie would do also. She's reaching for a muffin as she shares her lack of having been impressed, so perhaps he made a snide comment about her unimpressive baking. Or maybe he told her to "MYOB, busybody", when she tried to give his mother advice. I'd love to see that.
I also wondered if Toby's fixation on mothers is a hint.
And what are "addiction problems"? Was Tommy doing it wrong?
Thursday
Toby, you should know by now that the correct statement isn’t “I suppose you’re right, Mary.” It’s “Yes, Mary, you’re always right,” Stop backsliding!
Meanwhile, Tommy prepares to fling a can of tomatoes at the guy interacting with Babe. Tommy being Tommy, he drops the can on his foot instead and breaks three toes.
We've seen this exact pose before -- Toby is entering the muffin rapture.
Meanwhile, Tommy is stocking shelves the Ultra-Generic section, where there is no distinction among the various kinds of pasta or the various preparations of canned tomatoes. This section is popular with shoppers who have difficulty making decisions and for those who really don't care.
-- Scottie McW.
P.S. Love your comments, KitKat!
Oh, the excitement! Brandy waits on a customer! Tommy stocks shelves! And Toby eyes a muffin with the same ardor she’d give to a glass of straight vodka! It’s more action than a Marvel Universe movie! I’m exhausted, and so is my exclamation point quota.
So is Tommy eyeing that customer’s kidneys? Is that where he’s gonna make his extra cash — on the black market organ circuit?
Snarka-licious, everyone!
...ugh, back to the muffins...
Great comments, everyone!
@Chester the Dog, have we ever really left the muffins?
I recognize both re-run panels today... June must be off camping...
HelenClark
FRIDAY
Tommy: No, serioiusly, Babe. I want to ask you a question.
Babe: Okaaaaay.
Tommy: Can you get dinner tonight? I'm broke.
HelenClark
With this ring, I thee wed...
One of the cardinal rules of the Worthiverse is being flouted today. All restaurant food must be unrecognizable. Tommy and Brandy seem to be eating burgers and a plate of shared onion rings. Unless, of course, those are deep-fried turnip rings.
THURSDAY
OMG - Tommy picks up a giant onion ring as he is about to ask Brandy a question. Whatever could it be? Foreshadowing at its finest is what I'm thinking!
I can picture it now: "Do you take this babe to be your lawfully wedded babe, to have and to have not, for bad or worse, in sickness or hangover, for poor or poorer?"
-- Scottie McW.
“Babe, since my mom spends most of her time at her boyfriend’s place, how about you moving in with me? I’m running out of dishes and clean clothes.”
Babe, I just found out about a great business opportunity for us. It's raising teacup pigs. I saw a story about it in the Santa Royale Shopper. We can pool our money and maybe buy one pig to start. How about it?
“Have you ever heard of Amway?”
“Did you know ‘pimping out’ is a verb?”
“You have two kidneys, right? Because you only need one, you know.”
Can either of these chowderheads cook? I can't think that their wages at Freda's can be so lucrative that they can eat out every night. And they certainly can't use the excuse that they forgot to go by the grocery store to pick up something for dinner.
SATURDAY
Well, we’ll never hear a conversation like this one between Mary and Jeff.
If there was audio for today’s strip, I’d change Brandy’s reply in panel 2 to “Likewise, I’m sure!” in a 1950s film floozy voice.
I like the way Tommy averts his eyes in panel 1, as if he's giving her a load of bull to set her up for whatever scam he's cooked up.
-- Scottie McW.
SUNDAY
How convenient that Tommy and Babe ordered a side of onion rings. Fries or deep-fried mushrooms would have required more work for Tommy’s proposal.
SUNDAY
Apparently no one has warned Tommy that getting married in this strip is akin to overdosing. Bye-bye, Tommy!
HelenClark
She’ll need to have that ring sized.
I’m assuming Tommy’s talking to the bottle of brandy on the shelf behind the bar. Good boy, Tommy! To think, you once would have thrown away your life for a bottle of Everclear, but you held out. They’re called “standards” baby — and you have one!
Brandy, you might want to think about this. I mean, an onion ring? The least Tommy could have done was sprung for fried calamari. Cheapskate!
HelenClark
Tommy is so smoooooth. I'll bet he set this up with the fry cook earlier in the day and told him to prepare his very best onion rings.
Meanwhile, I've been under the impression that Babe was the more sensible of the two, but now I have much doubt.
So, I guess we'll spend all next week listening to her blush, hem, and haw before we find out what her answer is.
-- Scottie McW.
Been done before Tommy! Homer Simpson proposed to Marge with an onion ring. She then took it off because the oil was burning her finger and then Homer ate it.
KM plagiarizing The Simpsons, @RobC! Have you no shame, KM?
If Brandy says “yes,” will they go into the kitchen to have the onion ring sized?
MONDAY
Wow... she's going to say "No" - Poor Tommy. I thought I saw an overdose in his future.
HelenClark
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