Looks like at any moment they're going to break into a love song as they gaze lovingly into each others eyes...
Fear not Olive. Mary doesn't have to visit you in NYC when you and she have such a strong bond that you can communicate psychically (as evidenced by the near-drowning incident). You'll ALWAYS be together. (Eww... I'm creeping myself out with this.)
The Sunday Summary offers no further clues, but we may have seen the last of little Olive. Something new on Monday, I feel it in my gut-brain. (Either that, or the breakfast sausage was a little off.)
Ahhhhh! Enough already! Olive, get your smart tummy to the big apple and your absentee parents already, and stop pretending that Mary will ever come to visit you when she could be winning awards vicariously and doing the doodah with Buff Buffington.
Standing in for Evy and Ed in the first panel are cardboard cutouts of Evy and Ed. The actual Evy and Ed could not bring themselves to speak to and touch Mary.
Only very special people have luggage that matches their rental car. Or maybe the rental car matches their luggage.
Who else expects that Olive will see Mary's floating head in the clouds as the Taylors wing their way back home?
Karen Moy, I am BEGGING you to send little Olive back to New York TODAY! PLEEEEAAAASE! I am about to unplug my computer and use the cord to strangle myself. MAKE IT STOP!!!
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I hope Olive mentioning New York means that this plot is finally concluding. I can't take much more of the creepy Mary-Olive bonding.
I am surprised that Mary didn't launch into gushing about her other NYC contacts, I.e., Dear Old Shelly Cohen, Ken Kensington, John Dill, BobGina....
Looks like at any moment they're going to break into a love song as they gaze lovingly into each others eyes...
Fear not Olive. Mary doesn't have to visit you in NYC when you and she have such a strong bond that you can communicate psychically (as evidenced by the near-drowning incident). You'll ALWAYS be together. (Eww... I'm creeping myself out with this.)
I dig what you're laying down, non-robot dude. It's like, their heads will always float for each other.
The Sunday Summary offers no further clues, but we may have seen the last of little Olive. Something new on Monday, I feel it in my gut-brain. (Either that, or the breakfast sausage was a little off.)
Pool party! Pool party! Pool party!
I want to sit and chat with Toby over margaritas poolside. We can dissect this whole "special" Mary-Olive dynamic.
Ahhhhh! Enough already!
Olive, get your smart tummy to the big apple and your absentee parents already, and stop pretending that Mary will ever come to visit you when she could be winning awards vicariously and doing the doodah with Buff Buffington.
Mary: "Yes, Olive Dear, I'll come to New York, probably for your wedding. Do you have a gut feeling for when that's going to be?"
Standing in for Evy and Ed in the first panel are cardboard cutouts of Evy and Ed. The actual Evy and Ed could not bring themselves to speak to and touch Mary.
Only very special people have luggage that matches their rental car. Or maybe the rental car matches their luggage.
Who else expects that Olive will see Mary's floating head in the clouds as the Taylors wing their way back home?
Karen Moy, I am BEGGING you to send little Olive back to New York TODAY! PLEEEEAAAASE! I am about to unplug my computer and use the cord to strangle myself. MAKE IT STOP!!!
Whatever you do, if it's the last thing you do, NEVER take advice from Mary. (Or, KM/Uncle Joe.)
YESSSS!!! A Charterstone pool party is on its way! Hello, Toby Cameron! Hello, margaritas!
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