Four piles. Four different destinies. The sorter shall decide. But who shall presume to sort? Only Mary Worth, for her decree shall not be overlooked on the Day of Final Sorting. O, what a week of glory this shall be. Let the sorting commence!Today's Full Strip
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No Mary! Not the powder blue sari! Please don't make me get rid of it! Please please please!
Wow! The amazing dinner napkin seems to have competition from the even-more-amazing powder green coat that Mary is balancing on the fingers of her right hand!
Now--should Mary call Stacey and CLinton for help in deciding which clothing to keep and which to discard? Or does she consult the hoarding advisors at TLC?
...and which items to beat you over your constantly morphing head with.
I could use that camel jacket in the back. I wonder if I could get her to give it to me?
@ anonymous: I don't know about you, but I can hardly wait for Saturday each week to see B?BJ? lose twenty years off her age, only to put them back on Sunday. I do forgive her for her hairstyle issues, though. Some days, a stylish bob. Other days, an oily, plastered-down mess. Those must be the days she hits the mall from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. and has no time to shower. Because as soon as she pulls in her driveway at night, Mary appears with a pie and more sage advice.
Have the boxes been multiplying? There seems to be many more than when Mary first walked into the apartment. And are those floating coats in panel 2 some kind of modern amazing non-technicolor dreamcoats?
Looks like Ernie must have taken all the furniture. And really, without any furniture, their condo unit is pretty huge! If Bonnie? would just consolidate her stuff from the boxes into a nice organizer storage system, she could be rid of Mary in no time! Mary would soon tire of "Screw 1/2" flathead screw, to side of Part A, to Part B." Her joints would stiffen up and she would take her leave quickly.
It looks to me like the coats have decided to take off by themselves, sort of like Dr. Seuss's pale green pants with nobody inside them.
I'm wondering if they're sneaking the pie out with them though. It seems to have disappeared entirely, although that could explain B?BJ's sudden weight gain.
I really they should have a cup of coffee and some peach bananna pie, prior to getting down to the actual sorting. I, for one, hate to sort on an empty stomach
Darn! I forgot it was Sorting Day! Guess I'll just have to pick up something at the KwikeeMart, on the way over to mom's for Sorting Dinner...
For a split second, I thought today's strip was going to get interesting. "He's probably at his broth-...
er's house." I think Moy has a strange sense of humor and she's playing with us.
And we all thought that the LAST storyline was boring??? This could play out for months! so...sleeeeepy.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Crumbs! B? sure has a lot of clothes!
Mary's pretending to be helpful, but she already has her hand on that peach blouse which is going into a special pile just for herself. All that talk about "want" and "need" goes out the window when she realizes how easy (and free) this shopping expedition will be.
Mary says "when you do...give each other another chance." Huh?? How can Bonnie? make Ernie give her another chance? Isn't that pretty much up to Ernie to decide? Anyway, he's prolly having too much fun at the broth...er's to want to come home just yet.
@Robert -- LoL, that's what I was thinking, too! We'll have to look closely for a carefully hidden scarf pile.
Vicki, it suddenly occurred to me that if such piles do start appearing, they're going to end up being sorted by color: one big gray pile, one big peach pile, etc. Why would the colorist want to make things more difficult for himself?
Robert -- Mary will have to be sure to wait until Sunday if she wants to snag some clothes for herself. That's Bonnie?'s "thin" day.
BTW, anyone else notice the weekday-Bonnie?'s resemblance to Elena Kagan?
Vicki, you are right about Ernie.
He must be at his brothers apartment, drinking gallons of coffee and moaning over his checkbook.
"Bonnie?" he confesses to his brother, "She shopped til I was broke, but was so thin on Sunday mornings...we always "slept" late on Sunday."
I just noticed that B? hid her pop pearls. Mary is NOT getting those!
SO boring ... ugh ... this 'story' should be over by now ... I stopped reading for days, came back ... and they're still dithering over running a simple errand to return some stuff to the store.
IT'S A SIMPLE ERRAND YOU FOOLS SNAP OUT OF IT
Does anyone think the pain imparted by Karen Moy is on purpose?
Is MARY going to teach Bonnie how to swallow pride, admit fault and apologize?!
Let's call Dr. Jeff. He has GOT to see this!
Don’t be fooled thinking this is a simple matter of running to the store on an "errand" to return the stuff. Mary obviously has Situational Proactive Vicarious Lifestyle Appropriating Disorder, and Bonnie? has Credit Card Purchase Addiction Disorder with a side of Neat Hoarding Syndrome if I ever saw it.
Enough with the face-touching!
I just saw today's strip. Is Bonnie's head so dense that it's created its own graviational force? So far her head and that gray box have attached themselves. Next: the shawls.
@ sugar packet--yes, that gray box packs QUITE a punch with it's gravitational pull! B?BJ? is obviously dealing with some serious neck pain issues,plus her body's fat cells are rapidly expanding. (The pop pearls are about to... POP!)
This is all Mary's fault! What if Ernie DOESN'T come back? Bonnie? will be sitting all alone with no furniture, no beloved boxes filled with her treasures, and no Ernie. What THEN, Mary, what then!?
I am disappointed that in today's strip, Mary is careful to correctly use the word "whom," yet still ends her sentence with a preposition. For shame, Mary.
Credit Counselor, hmmm....could it be...Engign Bryson from the Starship Enterprise? Please...make it so!
I think Bonnie needs to get a job as a personal shopper for Maizie's, or even Cord & Wailer. Think of it- shopping all day, AND getting paid for it! Come to think of it, I'd like a job like that!
Whenever you go shopping, you have a little figure on each shoulder. One is a a little Mary saying, "Oh, you don't really need that. You just want it? Remember how we've talked about the difference, hmmm?" On the other shoulder is little Bonnie? saying, "Yes, you should totally buy that. It'll make you feel happy and fill your aching void!". Then little Mary retorts, "Please! Don't listen to her. Have you seen the mess she made of her marriage?"
I usually opt to drown my sorrows at the Citrus Julia's or Sinn-o-bunz until they stop yammering. Sometimes you can drown little Mary in a venti latte from Stirbux, then slip back to the store and you and little Bonnie? can go to town. (Your little Mary always comes back though, and she's usually stronger, so do this sparingly!)
Watch out Mary! Don't let B?BJ?'s blue suede shoes step on you.
Haha, Mary seems to have more counselors on her speed dial than anyone I know. Wonder why THAT is, hmmmm??
@toots- I rather like your idea of drowning "little" mary in the Stirbux or Citrus Julia's drinks and going shopping for "WANTS!" with Bonnie? and "little bonnie"! That would be much more fun!
Haha, Mary seems to have more counselors on her speed dial than anyone I know. Wonder why THAT is, hmmmm??
@toots- I rather like your idea of drowning "little" mary in the Stirbux or Citrus Julia's drinks and going shopping for "WANTS!" with Bonnie? and "little bonnie"! That would be much more fun!
That's what happens when you drink the Coors lunch at the mall with the two Bonnies!
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