It was presumptuous of me to assume yesterday that the story was ending, when it really never began. Fortunately, there seems to be some sort of African lion hiding in the background, stalking Mary, ready to pounce. This story could get interesting really fast.
Losing your husband is like losing your youth? I guess her years of actual marriage as an adult wife add up to nothing.
ReplyDeleteMoy has an odd perspective on grief. I'd love to read that grief counseling book she's been quoting.
"I fell in love with Charlie when we were young, too. We met while skateboarding on the corner of our rundown, seedy apartment block. It was love at first sight!"
ReplyDeleteNotice how Mary sidesteps the issue of her age.
Mary is such a diva. When did her concern for June take a turn and become All About Mary? It's one thing to show empathy, but it's another thing to start a grief competition.
ReplyDeleteMary has blatant panty lines today... not very elegant.
ReplyDelete"By the way, dear, careful of that tar pit... oh, too late, sorry. I think I have a moist towelette here somewhere..."
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ReplyDelete@Nance: It's always been about Mary, actually.
ReplyDeleteSomething went horribly wrong while Mary and June were shooting off firecrackers in the desert.
ReplyDeleteNothing really new to add, except that my word verification is 57 Brumpet- which sounds like the car where Mary or June would have been proposed to, in the back seat!
ReplyDelete"This story could get interesting fast".....hahahahahahahahhahaha
ReplyDeleteMaude- you're almost right. Mary was proposed to in a rumble seat.
ReplyDelete@heydave--I suppose it's only fair. After all, it's her comic strip. It's just that she's so blatant about it.
ReplyDeleteCharacter In Distress: I am in Terrible Straits.
Mary: Your situation is grave, that's true. But when I was in your dilemma, I had it somewhat worse. I can surely understand because, you see, I went through something much more terrible, much more heartbreaking, and much more gut-wrenchingly awful and unfair. But the important thing to remember is that I made it through with grace, elegance, and absolute correctness in speech and manner. You can't reach my pinnacle of virtue, but with my sage advice, you will be better than ever.
Character In Distress: Thanks to you, Mary, I'm better already!
Try this simple exercise: Fold your arms horizontally across your chest with your left arm over the right. Turn your head and ask the question, "Were you and Jack married long?" and on the last word raise your left arm in the position June has hers.
ReplyDeleteWhat thoughts come to your mind? What comes to mine is "I barely care about your situation and I can't think of anything else to say at this awkward moment."
Hedge Hog ...
ReplyDeleteThe last time we saw Mary's pants was on July 15th (earlier the same day as today's strip), and they were the same delightful salmon-pink tone as her pretty top is. So, when did she change her pants? Today, her pants are blue. Something naughty really did happen in the desert between panels, didn't it?
ReplyDeleteLost sea urchin? Really big throw pillow? Pin cushion? Hedge hog or a lion are both possibilities, but I'm hoping for the last one.
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