I'm thinking a major plot twist could liven up this already boring storyline. Let's suppose Toby is being so dismissive of Mr. Wynter because she had an affair with him a few years back (she has a thing for older guys) and she doesn't want Mary to find out about it. Oh, who am I kidding, Moy is going to just roll the whole thing out in the most trite and predictable way possible.
If Moy wants us to hate Toby, she accomplished that today. At least Mary is reacting with a semblance of humanity, but she probably plans on intruding on Mr. Wynter’s grief in the most ham-fisted way possible.
Perhaps Bella met the end when Mr. Wynter whacked him/her with the toy for destroying the antimacassar on the arm of the chair we can't see. I'm in a spelling bee this Thursday, and I just spelled "antimacassar" wrong twice before realizing it... Sigh.
Without diminishing the pain of losing a pet, I have to say that I am still enjoying Toby the jerk who will say whatever pops into her head in reaction to just about anything.
I examined past interactions between Mary and Toby and am forced to conclude that Toby clings to Mary like ivy because no one else in Santa Royale can stand to spend more than a few words of conversation with her.
I think Wanders nailed it. I would think someone who spends all her time sculpting animals would do so because they LIKE animals, but clearly this is not the case with Toby. Is she always this crabby? Or is she just upset because she thinks everyone should think she's wonderful, and Wynter and Bella clearly didn't?
I think Mary will decide that Mr. Wynter needs more than muffins. I predict a casserole. It will probably be at least Halloween before Mary worms out of Mr. W. the touching story behind his grouchiness. Perhaps she will share anecdotes about Dear Jack and how she rebounded from his loss. She can then invite Mr. W. for Thanksgiving dinner.
Nance, your title today foreshadows the rest of this plot, which will, I predict, include the attendance of Mr. Wynter (brought by Mary) to Santa Royale's pet loss support group...First we will see Mary at Drugstore, picking out an appropriate greeting card...one that barks mournfully when it is opened.
Before trying to comfort Wynter, Mary needs to reprimand that mouthy 13-year-old girl ... oops, that’s Toby. Time to stuff another muffin in her trap and have a heart-to-heart with HER, Mary.
To Scottie McW's point, between the various Beedies, Westons, Camerons, just the one Wynter, and who can count how many other maladjusted weirdos who have passed through, I'm beginning to wonder whether, as is often asked of Harvard Law School, Charterstone is a !*$#%@#$% magnet or a !*$#%@#$% factory.
Given Iris/Tommy and Wilbur/Dawn, I have to suppose that it could be both.
I thought Toby had a history of being nice to animals. This really seems like a new side of her behavior. She seems so mean spirited that I'm wondering if Moy isn't setting us up for something. Of course, that would involve actual writing....so nevermind.
I knew someone who worked with me on charity events, and one time when we were working on a book sale, she asked why I seemed sad that day. I said that I had just put my darling 19 year old cat down that morning because he had cancer. I had him since he was 6 weeks old, and he was the sweetest baby ever. This woman had dogs, but she very callously said, "Well, but it was just a cat." When she lost one of her dogs a few months later, she was devastated. I very kindly didn't say, "Well, but it was just a dog." I still resent her after all these years.
Toby Cameron has always been my FAVOURITE! But, along with a new look, she seems to have gotten a personality transplant ever since Brigman is drawing her. It kinda sucks.
Toby in the '90s was a total busybody, always looking out the window and "observing" the neighbours and commenting on them to Ian. Totally AWESOME SAUCE! That's how she knows about the dog. Mary is too busy watering her daffodils and hyacinths in September. She doesn't want them to die off, since they've already lasted MONTHS longer than they normally do ... maybe it's the genetically modified muffin fertilizer?
Carlye, speaking as someone who just lost one of my 18-year-old cats on Sunday who I'd had since very early kittenhood, my off-the-cuff response to "it was just a cat" would've been socially unacceptable and likely started an argument.
This plot arc is actually making me miss the good ol' days of watching Wilbur sing in the shower... :-p
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I'm thinking a major plot twist could liven up this already boring storyline. Let's suppose Toby is being so dismissive of Mr. Wynter because she had an affair with him a few years back (she has a thing for older guys) and she doesn't want Mary to find out about it. Oh, who am I kidding, Moy is going to just roll the whole thing out in the most trite and predictable way possible.
If Moy wants us to hate Toby, she accomplished that today. At least Mary is reacting with a semblance of humanity, but she probably plans on intruding on Mr. Wynter’s grief in the most ham-fisted way possible.
My first thought was that the second panel is pretty sad - thinking back to my own lost pets.
But, this being "Mary Worth and Me" I tied to discover some sort of secret message in the doily, but found only scribbles.
So I guess it's apparent that Toby never actually read Dale Carnegie's book.
Perhaps Bella met the end when Mr. Wynter whacked him/her with the toy for destroying the antimacassar on the arm of the chair we can't see. I'm in a spelling bee this Thursday, and I just spelled "antimacassar" wrong twice before realizing it... Sigh.
Without diminishing the pain of losing a pet, I have to say that I am still enjoying Toby the jerk who will say whatever pops into her head in reaction to just about anything.
I examined past interactions between Mary and Toby and am forced to conclude that Toby clings to Mary like ivy because no one else in Santa Royale can stand to spend more than a few words of conversation with her.
My fervant desire is for Mr Wynter to sue Mary for poisoning Bella.
I think Wanders nailed it. I would think someone who spends all her time sculpting animals would do so because they LIKE animals, but clearly this is not the case with Toby. Is she always this crabby? Or is she just upset because she thinks everyone should think she's wonderful, and Wynter and Bella clearly didn't?
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
"Yeah, Right. And Muffins Are Just Food".
Poor! Devastated!
Sad, just.
No, more.
@TimP--Your comment today is Stellar In Every Way. Bless you.
I swear, if Mary brings him a plateful of muffins, I'm going to lose my mind.
-- Scottie McW.
I think Mary will decide that Mr. Wynter needs more than muffins. I predict a casserole. It will probably be at least Halloween before Mary worms out of Mr. W. the touching story behind his grouchiness. Perhaps she will share anecdotes about Dear Jack and how she rebounded from his loss. She can then invite Mr. W. for Thanksgiving dinner.
Nance, your title today foreshadows the rest of this plot, which will, I predict, include the attendance of Mr. Wynter (brought by Mary) to Santa Royale's pet loss support group...First we will see Mary at Drugstore, picking out an appropriate greeting card...one that barks mournfully when it is opened.
I never liked Toby...and now this...
Thank you, Nance!
I saw this article and immediately thought of Toby:
https://wakeupyourmind.net/life/scientists-confirm-that-dogs-can-really-sense-bad-people/
I am still wrapping my head around Toby hearing about the dog dying before Mary did. Was she too busy in her kitchen baking muffins?
Toby gets nastier every day.
Toby acts more like a sociopath every day...I'm betting she learned about the dog's death first hand, because she had something to do with it.
Before trying to comfort Wynter, Mary needs to reprimand that mouthy 13-year-old girl ... oops, that’s Toby. Time to stuff another muffin in her trap and have a heart-to-heart with HER, Mary.
Hey, I'm with Toby all the way on this one. Wynter's a jerk and Mary is trying way too hard to dismiss his unacceptable behavior.
-- Scottie McW.
To Scottie McW's point, between the various Beedies, Westons, Camerons, just the one Wynter, and who can count how many other maladjusted weirdos who have passed through, I'm beginning to wonder whether, as is often asked of Harvard Law School, Charterstone is a !*$#%@#$% magnet or a !*$#%@#$% factory.
Given Iris/Tommy and Wilbur/Dawn, I have to suppose that it could be both.
I thought Toby had a history of being nice to animals. This really seems like a new side of her behavior. She seems so mean spirited that I'm wondering if Moy isn't setting us up for something. Of course, that would involve actual writing....so nevermind.
And when Ian dies, Mary can say "Well, it's sad, but he was just an old sugar daddy."
I knew someone who worked with me on charity events, and one time when we were working on a book sale, she asked why I seemed sad that day. I said that I had just put my darling 19 year old cat down that morning because he had cancer. I had him since he was 6 weeks old, and he was the sweetest baby ever. This woman had dogs, but she very callously said, "Well, but it was just a cat." When she lost one of her dogs a few months later, she was devastated. I very kindly didn't say, "Well, but it was just a dog." I still resent her after all these years.
Carlye, ugh. Was this woman named Toby, by any chance?
Is Toby always this...I'll say witchy? I didn't read Mary Worth for quite some time, so maybe I just forgot how nasty she was.
Toby Cameron has always been my FAVOURITE! But, along with a new look, she seems to have gotten a personality transplant ever since Brigman is drawing her. It kinda sucks.
Toby in the '90s was a total busybody, always looking out the window and "observing" the neighbours and commenting on them to Ian. Totally AWESOME SAUCE! That's how she knows about the dog. Mary is too busy watering her daffodils and hyacinths in September. She doesn't want them to die off, since they've already lasted MONTHS longer than they normally do ... maybe it's the genetically modified muffin fertilizer?
Carlye, speaking as someone who just lost one of my 18-year-old cats on Sunday who I'd had since very early kittenhood, my off-the-cuff response to "it was just a cat" would've been socially unacceptable and likely started an argument.
This plot arc is actually making me miss the good ol' days of watching Wilbur sing in the shower... :-p
Pet loss is the worst!!!!!!!!!!!
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