This the one drawback to Mary's life at Charterstone, any time anyone has a crazy dream, they ring Mary's doorbell as soon as they're done brushing their teeth. Or in Ian's case, he doesn't even brush his teeth first. Mary hasn't slept in for 60 years.
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Anyone who didn’t read Sunday’s strip is baffled today. I figured at least one of today’s panels would feature Dawn’s nightmare transformation into Wilbur, but no. Toby and Cal in a tree got more days than Dawn. Maybe even KM is tired of her too.
Yes, what WAS in that chili? Could it have been those mushrooms you found on the Charterstone grounds, Dawn? It would be helpful to take some of that chili to Mary so she can (ahem) analyze it while she analyzes you.
I can really identify with Dawn's reactions on Sunday. As a longtime reader of MW, I also frequently find myself on the journey from "ZZZZZ..." to "AUGGGH!" (and with the announcement of yet another muffin klatch, back once again to "ZZZZZ...").
This is when Dawn learns her father is a good man with endearing quirks
If the worst Dawn can dream about turning into Wilbur is herself looking like him, I suspect that in classic Weston fashion, any lesson she learns will be short-lived. And Mary, the Carl Jung Memorial Dream Interpreter of Charterstone Condos, will guide her to her destiny accompanied by muffins laced with powdered rationalization. All of this is solidified by a quotation from Clarence Budington Kelland, a man who described himself as "the best second-rate writer in America".
Mary’s morning routine:
Open eyes.
Sigh with relief (I’m still alive! Good work, old gal!)
Look for teeth ( maybe try the glass.. No, wait, I still have my own teeth! ….)
Turn on Charterstone-wide-web (cww.net) cam. Casually and remotely mind everyone’s business. Tsk. Mr. Allora is overwatering the lawn. Tsk. Ian is on his third wee drinkie o’ th’day. Tsk. Toby is flirting with the delivery boy from Big Box Liquor (“Big Box- the Big Store for Big Drinkers”). Tsk. Dawn has certainly put on weight and is losing hair. I hope she’s not pregnant or becoming Wilbur. Tsk. Saul and Eve are failing to clean up after their horrid dogs. Careful where you step, Condomaniacs! (Mary’s little joke) Tsk. Wilbur is squirting mayonnaise directly down his throat.
Buzz buzz.
Well, hello, Dawn, I was expecting you. You’re looking strange, er, well, dear. Now come have a low carb low fat sugar free turnip muffin and a cup of tea in an unbelievably tiny cup.
You’ve done it again, @meg! Just remember, the muffin plates are unbelievably tiny too.
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