"Fortunately, our company doesn't use accountants, so there was no way to disprove my claim. Heh heh."Today's Full Strip
"Fortunately, our company doesn't use accountants, so there was no way to disprove my claim. Heh heh."
Giddy! Giddy! Giddy! "Let me tell you what I did!" is every bit as tantalizing as "Let me tell you a story!" Don't you think? Especially when we know it will include criminally prosecutable acts of perjury, embezzlement and slander! Nola likes to wait until the second date before disclosing information she should go to prison for.
With just a little over 24 hours to go, Mary begins selecting the perfect outfit for her lunch with Nola. But there's so much choose from, so many colors, so many different necklines, so many sleeve lengths... How will Mary ever decide? One thing is certain though: Tomorrow's lunch will feature two spectacularly clad ladies. This is so exciting!
Really? REALLY? I can't even begin to parse today's strip and the inappropriateness of every word that comes out of Victor Von Underling (thank you Sandi Ego) and Colleen Colleague's mouths. Not to mention my discomfort with Nola's rising hemline. However, I'm sure you'll have something clever (and family friendly) to say.
You never can tell about people. Remember Wayne the Kidnapper? I was stunned when it turned out just over a month ago that he was an actual kidnapper. Or that Aldo Kelrast was a stalker? Or that Liza with a Zzzzzz was a stalker. Or Gina Baroni was a stalker. Or that Mike Roberts was a stalker.
Ms. Bleu-Cheveux and Mr. Stroke need to keep in mind that selling middle managements isn't easy. Nola will make an excellent VP.
There's something about Nola's silent laugh and the effort with which she uses actual quotation marks in her mind that makes me think she may have "EARNED" her promotion in less than ethical ways. But maybe I should give her the benefit of the doubt.
You know, I think Mary Worth has identified my problem. I've always suffered from a deep sense of inadequacy, and that is probably why I write this blog, when what I really want to do is write Mary Worth. And the first thing I would do is get Mary Worth to stop identifying my PROBLEMS!
I like many of you am disappointed that today didn't begin with Nola saying to Mary Worth, "Mary, let me tell you a story." However, I am not disappointed to discover that Toby keeps a copy of "Cooking for Dumb Blondes" on her kitchen counter (There is no doubt we are in Toby's apartment; a woman who can whip up a mean vegetable terrine does not need a "Cook Book for Dumb Old Ladies").