At least when Olive visits Santa Royale, stuff happens like flower fairies and heroine addicted doctors and visitations from angels and midnight drownings. You know, stuff!
By the way, I'm glad to see Mary Worth Remix back at it.
At least when Olive visits Santa Royale, stuff happens like flower fairies and heroine addicted doctors and visitations from angels and midnight drownings. You know, stuff!
By the way, I'm glad to see Mary Worth Remix back at it.
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Though we know it will take all week to pack, it really should only take five seconds since Mary never changed clothes. Why is she packing something blue? Stealing Evy's wardrobe? *tee hee*
Remember the Dick Tracy movie? It had 5 colors in it. This strip is worse, it only has two; shades of mauve and blue.
I think Mary is packing Evy's sheets and towels.
It's only February, but Mary is putting Olive off until "next year," with a "maybe" thrown in for good measure. Wake up and smell the kelk, Olive - even Mary is bored with you.
Pinky-mauve furniture = nausea inducing
I think it bears repeating that Olive likes Santa Royale.
And Mary likes New York.
I cannot believe that Olive's nightgown is NOT purple.
Olive's nightgown is olive, of course.
And so it goes, Mary Worth disses yet another sucker. Why do they bother to lavish their affections on this glib commitment-o-phobe? Mary will be back to New York, but she won't visit you, Olive. She didn't visit Dear Old Shelly Cohen, Ken Kensington, Gina the waitress, or Bobby the hockey player, and they're supposed to be her friends. "Maybe" she'll pay some attention to you if you come over to Santa Royale after a nice long time has elapsed and if she has nothing better to do. But I wouldn't bet on it, Olive.
Tuesday
Mary's magic suitcase holds everything! Of course, she didn't buy ANYTHING, and the "gifts" are packets of salt, pepper, sugar, and Sweet 'n Low she took off the tables at Serendipity.
Is she planning on wearing her nightie and robe on the plane?
So John Dill is still in love with Mary or worships her as a god. We met him at the bakery and then . . . nothing? Another dead end lead. Mary isn't going to visit anyone else? All dead ends. Nothing happened. Visits to main tourist sites. A hobo. And one guy hit is head ice skating. That's it. Now back home? Pineapples help a bit but not much. My tummy-brain hurts.
Something's gonna happen on the way to the airport, you watch! We've all been lulled into a false sense of ennui. Some time later this spring, while Mary and Olive are wrapping up their heroics, you'll thank me for the heads up!
I love:
Little Baby Ducks, old pick-up trucks
Slow movin' trains and rain
I love little country streams, sleep without dreams
Sunday school in May and hay
And I love Santa Royale too
I don't know if you meant to write Heroine Addiction, but that is the awesomest thing ever.
I guess it's actually Heroine Addicted. Which describes a lot of Mary Worth characters. Love it!
"What's the matter?" Mary asks with droopy, uncaring eyes.
"You're leaving! After you're gone, I'll go back to being ALONE!" Olive says morosely.
Be glad, Olive! Be glad!
Tomorrow, Mary will say, "Get a grip! I'm outta here!"
@Anonymous 3:37 PM: If only!
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