Dawn seems to have driven off the pier and her car is sinking in the bay. I'm glad she put on her sleeves; it's awfully cold at the bottom of the ocean.
Ahhhh! Train wreck! Get off the tracks!! St. Mary of the Worth, intercede for us! ... Would that be intercede or interfere?
Poor Dawn. Her expression reveals she knows the truth. Wanders, better add "Summer Nights" to the juke box. "Took her bowling in the arcade We went strolling drank lemonade We made out under the dock We stayed out till 10 o'clock Summer fling don't mean a thing but oh oh the summer nights."
Monsieur Hugo is thinking of ways to get out of this very clingy situation. He reminds me of the Pepe LePew cartoon where the cat/skunk starts coming on to him and he gets all panicky.
If you're smart Hugo, you will jump out of the car while it's still running.
Ugh the verify thing is putting me through changes, BTW.
Let’s take a trip down memory lane. I first started reading MW about forty years ago, and witnessed Dawn’s first appearance. Her mother, Wilbur’s ex-wife, had either died or just sent her to live with Wilbur. Dawn was actually a teenager then, and greatly resembled Wilbur—not bald, but chunky and bespectacled. She was also difficult, edgy and both smart and smart-mouthed. So what are we to learn from this? That with maturity, Weight Watchers, contact lenses and/or LASIK, one can achieve the status of 50-something perpetual college student with a diminished brain capacity, terrible taste in men, and no ability to learn from previous mistakes.
...or, just that Karen Moy is a lazy and indifferent writer.
Ah, the first hint of the coming brush-off. And strangely enough, Dawn appears to be at least temporarily perceptive enough to sense it.
You've reached a critical moment in the relationship, Hugo. Be very careful of what you say next. This thing could go either way for you right now because Dawn really doesn't believe in that living-in-the-moment nonsense.
I can't believe I'm writing this about MW, but the suspense is sublime.
As long as we're doing lyrics today: "Some speak of the future My love she speaks softly She knows there's no success like failure And that failure's no success at all"
And of course, "Dawn, go away. You're no good for me."
Ah... Hugo. Unless you're heading back to France tomorrow, you probably should have kept your mouth shut. Despite the fact that she's added sleeves to her top, I'm guessing that all you'll be getting from Dawn now will be a cold shoulder.
Before I met my wonderful husband, I dated a number of jerks. My Spidey-sense is tingling, because Hugo is sounding just like one of them. Dawn, you always know how to pick them.
Dawn has just learned that all that "I'm going to live in the present" bushwah sounds great when you say it to someone else but not when someone else says it to you.
Flashback to months ago and Hugo leaving Paris for the US while his REAL girl friend waves good-bye,the strains of "See You in September" playing softly. Given today's events, she won't be losing Hugo to a "summer love"..
Wanders, here's another suggestion for the Charterstone Jukebox: "Let's Live for Today" by the Grass Roots. Okay, everyone sing together: "Sha la la la lala live for today. Sha la la la lala live for today. And don't worry 'bout tomorrow, hey."
@Regina Wolfe-Parks, your last sentence describes Dawn to a T.
Don't be shy! I'd love to hear what you have to say about Mary Worth. Just keep it clean, that's all I ask. This is a FAMILY FRIENDLY blog. I don't want to moderate comments, but I will if I have to.
Ahhhh! Train wreck! Get off the tracks!! St. Mary of the Worth, intercede for us!
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Would that be intercede or interfere?
Poor Dawn. Her expression reveals she knows the truth. Wanders, better add "Summer Nights" to the juke box.
"Took her bowling in the arcade
We went strolling drank lemonade
We made out under the dock
We stayed out till 10 o'clock
Summer fling don't mean a thing but oh oh the summer nights."
LOL RobC Tell me more, tell me more...
ReplyDeleteMonsieur Hugo is thinking of ways to get out of this very clingy situation. He reminds me of the Pepe LePew cartoon where the cat/skunk starts coming on to him and he gets all panicky.
If you're smart Hugo, you will jump out of the car while it's still running.
Ugh the verify thing is putting me through changes, BTW.
Let’s take a trip down memory lane. I first started reading MW about forty years ago, and witnessed Dawn’s first appearance. Her mother, Wilbur’s ex-wife, had either died or just sent her to live with Wilbur. Dawn was actually a teenager then, and greatly resembled Wilbur—not bald, but chunky and bespectacled. She was also difficult, edgy and both smart and smart-mouthed. So what are we to learn from this? That with maturity, Weight Watchers, contact lenses and/or LASIK, one can achieve the status of 50-something perpetual college student with a diminished brain capacity, terrible taste in men, and no ability to learn from previous mistakes.
ReplyDelete...or, just that Karen Moy is a lazy and indifferent writer.
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
ReplyDelete"Me Fait Penser A Dave".
Sure.
Future...
Today?
Man, Dawn sure let go of her dream of seeing the CineAqua pretty fast. Or, as Hugo would say en Francaise, tres rapide.
ReplyDelete
ReplyDeleteAh, the first hint of the coming brush-off. And strangely enough, Dawn appears to be at least temporarily perceptive enough to sense it.
You've reached a critical moment in the relationship, Hugo. Be very careful of what you say next. This thing could go either way for you right now because Dawn really doesn't believe in that living-in-the-moment nonsense.
I can't believe I'm writing this about MW, but the suspense is sublime.
-- Scottie McW.
As long as we're doing lyrics today:
ReplyDelete"Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all"
And of course, "Dawn, go away. You're no good for me."
Ah... Hugo. Unless you're heading back to France tomorrow, you probably should have kept your mouth shut. Despite the fact that she's added sleeves to her top, I'm guessing that all you'll be getting from Dawn now will be a cold shoulder.
ReplyDeleteBefore I met my wonderful husband, I dated a number of jerks. My Spidey-sense is tingling, because Hugo is sounding just like one of them. Dawn, you always know how to pick them.
ReplyDeleteDawn must have pulled over and changed her top/shirt/blouse, giving Hugo a free show!
ReplyDeleteThis is the 7th consecutive day the strip has included blue glass with diagonal black lines.
ReplyDeleteWhy? Why not!
Things are happening way too fast! From a paint blobbed T-shirt to this dark moment, my head is spinning.
ReplyDelete
ReplyDeleteDawn has just learned that all that "I'm going to live in the present" bushwah sounds great when you say it to someone else but not when someone else says it to you.
Une stupide faux pas, Hugo.
-- S. McW.
Flashback to months ago and Hugo leaving Paris for the US while his REAL girl friend waves good-bye,the strains of "See You in September" playing softly. Given today's events, she won't be losing Hugo to a "summer love"..
ReplyDeleteWanders, here's another suggestion for the Charterstone Jukebox: "Let's Live for Today" by the Grass Roots. Okay, everyone sing together: "Sha la la la lala live for today. Sha la la la lala live for today. And don't worry 'bout tomorrow, hey."
ReplyDelete@Regina Wolfe-Parks, your last sentence describes Dawn to a T.