“I remember you previously dated him.” [Mary thinks to herself “That was one —one! — disastrous date when Wilbur. got drunk as a skunk and Estelle sang that nasty song. I must update my database immediately.”]
It looks like Mary’s secret muffin ingredient is potting soil.
Estelle is gaga after one date? She hardly knows the man. What's he like around family? What are his politics? Does he like PBS or superhero movies? Is his home clean or dirty? What about his daily personal hygiene? Does he pay his bills on time? Does he leave the seat up?
I love dogs. I love cats even better. I have no objection to having either of them in the room, by my chair, or under the table while I eat. I’ll even share if it’s something wholesome for them. But not on my lap with their faces practically in the darn plate!
(That being said, Mary’s muffins are not wholesome for human or animal consumption, and no one appears to be eating anything.)
@Scottie McW., remember Estelle‘a over-eager quests for a man, any kind of man. First there was scammer Arthur/Arther and the ten-thousand bucks she sent him. Then came Silver Daters and a string of unsuitable [understatement] prospects. After that came (gag) Wilbur, an insensitive boor who she stuck with because he made her laugh. So, it’s not surprising that she’s fallen for Ed after two dates that happened a year apart. Good grief!
Now we’re stuck In Mary’s muffin-filled apartment for probably the rest of the week — sheesh. What about Nephew Green Steven? I want to see him causing disaster after disaster at Animal Clinic.
Mary, demonstrating her CIA-level ability to monitor her neighbors' relationships, also knows that cats will NOT be interested in some stinkin' muffin crumbs.
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I love Libby's smug look. "I licked myself, then Mary's muffin...and she doesn't know!"
“I remember you previously dated him.” [Mary thinks to herself “That was one —one! — disastrous date when Wilbur. got drunk as a skunk and Estelle sang that nasty song. I must update my database immediately.”]
It looks like Mary’s secret muffin ingredient is potting soil.
Mary! Stop pushing that muffin in Libby's face! You want her to vomit on you?
She does look different. Like she’s either wincing with the heroic effort of masticating Mary’s muffins or perhaps having a mild stroke.
How many rooms does mary have ?I thought her couch was purple unless thats the loveseat room .
And he's not exactly a man either...
Estelle is gaga after one date? She hardly knows the man. What's he like around family? What are his politics? Does he like PBS or superhero movies? Is his home clean or dirty? What about his daily personal hygiene? Does he pay his bills on time? Does he leave the seat up?
Poor Estelle, destined to be heartbroken again.
-- Scottie McW.
I love dogs. I love cats even better. I have no objection to having either of them in the room, by my chair, or under the table while I eat. I’ll even share if it’s something wholesome for them. But not on my lap with their faces practically in the darn plate!
(That being said, Mary’s muffins are not wholesome for human or animal consumption, and no one appears to be eating anything.)
@Scottie McW., remember Estelle‘a over-eager quests for a man, any kind of man. First there was scammer Arthur/Arther and the ten-thousand bucks she sent him. Then came Silver Daters and a string of unsuitable [understatement] prospects. After that came (gag) Wilbur, an insensitive boor who she stuck with because he made her laugh. So, it’s not surprising that she’s fallen for Ed after two dates that happened a year apart. Good grief!
Now we’re stuck In Mary’s muffin-filled apartment for probably the rest of the week — sheesh. What about Nephew Green Steven? I want to see him causing disaster after disaster at Animal Clinic.
Mary, demonstrating her CIA-level ability to monitor her neighbors' relationships, also knows that cats will NOT be interested in some stinkin' muffin crumbs.
@LouiseF
My mother's cat, Leo, loved muffin crumbs. Of course, they weren't Mary's muffin crumbs.
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