"He threw the money card at me and said I'd reached my limit. I didn't know what he meant, so I took the magical money card to Maisie's department store, and they also said I'd reached my limit. I stared at them blankly for a few minutes with my jaw hanging open, and then I came here, Mary. Oh, Mary. I'm so confused. Apparently, I've reached my limit, and I don't know what to do."
Yesterday, there was some speculation that this story line could result in the Cameron's having a baby. May I submit the following?
Mary gave Toby a glass of milk. I rest my case.
ReplyDeleteWanders, thank you for the most terrifying baby outside of those new Windows 10 commercials.
ReplyDeleteAt last, a plot that's generating interest - 22 comments yesterday!
ReplyDeleteKudos to Wanders for the proposed Wee Cameron laddie. People always make jokes about what men wear under kilts. I sure hope this kiddie is wearing a diaper.
Great point by Meg - a glass of MILK? The outraged Toby is preparing to grab Mary's face with her giant right hand.
What am I drinking? Milk?
ReplyDelete@fauxprof, I'm glad I'm not the only one terrified of that Windows 10 baby.
Extreme+Illogical=Likely to Happen in the Worthiverse...Trying to calm my mind about the possibility that a bebe may result from Toby and Ian's dramatic parting...Ewww...is all I can say at this point.
ReplyDeleteMaybe Mary is on her way to making Toby a White Russian.
ReplyDeleteI certainly hope so, anyway.
This plot won't last long. Mary will talk Toby into going back home to work things out with Ian.
ReplyDelete"Toby dear, you can't support yourself. And Ian doesn't make enough money to pay out a large enough amount in alimony to keep you living in the style you've become accustomed to. "
The end.
Two questions...
ReplyDelete1. Does Toby have a job?
2. Does Mary realize that the knob on her front door is mounted ridiculously high?
Wow, one fight and Toby has reached her limit? If playing the money card was based on fact, the gallery showing must not have been very successful. I sure hope that Toby raided the joint accounts before running out because Ian may just recognize that this was the best day of his married life.
ReplyDeleteShould I ask? But, Wanders, that little kid in the kilt looks a lot like you.
ReplyDelete"There, there, dear. Have a glass of milk and tell me all your troubles. Do you mind if I continue cleaning while I listen?"
ReplyDeleteThis page keeps telling me to prove I'm not a robot ... but ... I AM!!!
ReplyDeleteAs a robot I must say the image of that chin-beard child is menacing. We must call off the invasion.
ReplyDeleteIf only the money card Ian threw had hit her in the head.
ReplyDeleteThursday...
ReplyDeleteIs that a couch or a sand sculpture?
Maybe it's a metaphor for Toby's letting it all hang out, but I notice she is now illustrated with her hair loose and unsecured. . .
ReplyDelete"There, there, dear! Sit here on my massive couch and let me blame you for all your problems!"
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