Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Mary Worth 3190


I finally connect to the hotel WiFi and see that Dawn is still crying. In the past, she has self-medicated with ice cream or muffins. I wonder what her comfort food of choice will be this time. 

Speaking of comfort food, if you’re ever in Grand Island, Nebraska, I recommend Tommy’s Family Restaurant. (The story of why we were there is too grizzly to include in this family friendly blog.) 





12 comments:

Delilah said...

Any restaurant that has a giant chicken or a giant pig is gonna be a great place to eat (and photograph). Also, the more local calendars seen hanging inside, preferably at the countertop, the better the food and service. All this from “Blue Highways” by William Least Heat Moon. I have found it to be pretty accurate.

Looks like Dawn’s entree for the evening is Sour Grapes. Bon Appetit!

Anonymous said...

Hey, I cry "fowl" play! (see what I did there?) Wanders, you can't throw a tidbit like that out there and then not tell us what happened!

Regina Wolfe-Parks said...

Glad tor see you're having a good time Wanders. You've piqued my interest with your non-family friendly story. Did you see Wilbur in a Speedo and veered off the road into the restaurant? The Giant chicken reminds me of Family guy when Peter fights the giant chicken LOL. Hope you didn't do battle with that one!

Back to Dawn. Ah yes, day three of crying over Hugo. I thought the magical burned face guy had straightened things out for her, but apparently she forgot what she said the second he walked away.

Yes Dawen, he probably does have a hot girlfriend stashed away in Paris. You are so thick and stupid, that you don't understand the meaning of a "summer fling". You didn't date for years, you dated for two flippin' months! Get over it. Eat those sour grapes and do what your father would do in this case: Have a mayonnaise sandwich and a good country and western cry in the shower.

I wish Dawn was real so I could slap some sense into her. She's so vapid.

Anonymous said...

Did you really have an encounter with a bear, or did you mean grisly instead of "grizzly?"

Chester the Dog said...

Dawn...get over it, you're staining the sofa!

Anonymous said...

Moy needs to step up her game. Over at Mark Trail, he's in Nepal looking for the Yeti. I bey he'll just find Wilbur.

mr_darcy said...

I say, I say, Mr. Wanders, suh. Yuh should stop followin' that old hen Mary and chronicle the adventures of a gen-u-ine cavalier.

Anonymous said...


Wanders, thank you for taking the time to check in. Your photos of the motel shower and the Giant Not-Quite-Looming Rooster are way more interesting than watching Dawn oscillate between sorrowful misery to angry misery. Keep 'em coming.

-- Scottie McW.

LouiseF said...

I couldn't help wondering whether that large (probably) fiberglass fowl is a rooster instead of a chicken. And I also see that M Wanders is posed in a stance that complements his colorful companion in exactly the position of a set of salt and pepper shakers owned by my grandma. Her shakers, however, had the feet of the poultry glued on repeatedly since we grandchildren couldn't stop playing with them at the dinner table. And, of course, my grandma's shakers did NOT feature a rooster/chicken and a human, which would have been pretty funny... As for damp Dawn, it appears she has used up her tissues and has turned to the couch pillows to stanch her tears. I expect a rap at the door by tomorrow, Friday at the latest.

KitKat said...

Wanders, thanks for staying in touch with us. A chicken (or maybe rooster) but no steer for the char broiled steaks?

“Damp Dawn” is accurate. Is there anyone who isn’t chomping at the bit to slap her silly? When’s Mary going to materialize with her special Sour Grape Muffins?

Michael Beaumier said...

Dawn should take a page from the Wander’s Playbook — travel! See the sights! Maybe go to France and become a chanteuse, or perhaps a stalker, I dunno, just get outta the house.

fauxprof said...

Wanders, as long as the Char-broiled steaks are not also chicken-fried, you should be all right.

Dawn sure takes after her father, emotionally. Of course, we never actually saw Wilbur cry, but that may have been hidden by all the shower steam. Maybe she can binge the wonderful Ken Burns Country Music documentary (if she can figure out how to find PBS) and get some inspiration for shower karaoke.