"Whatever, Dad. I don't get the reference."
"It's just a little joke about the woman who stole 30 grand from me."
"Whatever, Dad. I don't get the reference."
"It's just a little joke about the woman who stole 30 grand from me."
Dawn, the 'e' in email stands for electronic, not ether. The ethers have never been a very reliable delivery system, which explains why Wilbur never heard from you.
It looks like Wilbur will have some survivor stories to write about right in his very own community. Thoughts, prayers, and donations to everyone struggling in Santa Barbara County and elsewhere.
A friend of a friend...
"How was I? Well, I continued seeing my art history professor while dating my married boss. So... I had a few rough patches."
"Muffins! Dad, I haven't had muffins since I broke up with my married boss!"
Judging by the look in Dawn's eyes, I'm starting to wonder if the muffins are Mary's mind-control drug of choice. Just the perfect "recipe" for solving everybody's problems. Heaven knows it isn't her advice that makes them happy.
Although Wilbur hasn't uttered a word of agreement with Mary, he walks away consoled, knowing a bag full of warm muffins will do more good for his emotional state than three hours of therapy with Mary Worth. "Take these muffins home, Wilbur. Dawn already knows how to bury her feelings in a good muffin."
And now he has a muffin. What more could he want? Oh, yeah, Iris and the 85 million pesos he spent on a ring in Colombia.
So to sum up...
Wilbur is doomed to live without
But he has lots of...
So he should go make a sandwich...
"You've traveled all over the world (alone), and spoken to survivors of horrific disasters. At least your girlfriend didn't die. She only broke up with you and hooked up with a 22-year-old millionaire while you were out of town. That's much better."
There's no 'maybe' about it. You of all people should be much more certain than that.
Meanwhile, here in the Northeast, my snow blower won't start. That's my day. Everyone stay warm.