Estelle, what do you think dating is? I have to spend more time with Wilbur, before I decide whether to spend more time with him. Or do you mean, I have to go on more dates with Wilbur before I decide whether to keep dating him?
But, MARY! Your relationship with Jeff is like Estelle's relationship with Wilbur? Does Jeff know? Oh, yes, of course he knows. I just always assume that when Jeff isn't in the strip, he's home alone, crying into his pillow.
And again, you guys, thank you to Jim, Buckley and Leslie for making kind and generous donations yesterday. I'm really touched by the comments many of you made with your donations. Thanks everyone. I think I want to spend more time with you. At least another month!
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Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
"BFH Cracks The Code".
Great...not so much!
Jeff. Not...enjoy.
More keep.
What are the great moments with WIlbur? Going to "The Giant Hamburger" and watching him eat like a slob? Coming to your house and watch you banging on the piano while he sings, causing the neighbors to complain? What redeeming qualities does Wilbur actually have.
Also, I hate to be the grammar police Mary, but it's "Jeff and I". When are you two ever on the same page? He dreads coming to your place because of the random cat hairs from Libby and the endless supply of muffins and the only time you see him is for your biannual date at the Bum Boat where he gets "adventurous" and eats the Monkfish stew.
Yes Estelle, you have to spend more time with Wilbur to realize how loathsome he really is.
As Captain of the Grammar Police, it's "Jeff & me." Would you say "It's like I", Cadet Parks?
But absolutely, we've never seen a great moment with Wilbur, and most likely never will.
"We enjoy each other's company" = MARY: "I enjoy the boat rides and free dinners at the Bum Boat." and JEFF: "I hope someday that Mary will say 'YES' to my proposal for marriage but that seems less and less likely as each day passes - I feel so very sad and alone."
My mother-in-law always corrects me when she says "who's there?", and I answer "it's me." As an editor, I consider "it's me" an acceptable American idiom. But she sings to me in her warbly soprano, "If you love me, say 'it's I'". Which would I rather be subjected to, her performance or one of Wilbur's shower concerts? Honestly, it's really a toss-up.
I think Estelle equates dating with intimacy (wink wink family blog). Until then, it's just hanging out.
After Arther/ur, could this be Estelle's Miss Havisham's moment? She sets up Wilbur/Pip just to crush his soul to satisfy her spite? Estelle is a widow.. a Black Widow!
@Downpuppy, get out the ruler like one of the nuns, you are correct! After I typed it, I started thinking "Is that right? What would Sr. Casmir say?" LOL
At any rate, I don't enjoy Mary's company.
@RobC: I just threw up a little in the mouth, after reading your first line.
Wanders, today’s secret message made me chuckle. At first I figured it would be hilarious if Wilbur and Jeff were both two-timing Estelle and Mary by dating other women, and I wondered what they would consider a babe. (We know about Fabiana, but does Jeff have a secret?) Then it occurred to me that maybe they regard Estelle and Mary as babes - yikes!
The Charterstone grounds are depressing as heck. Is that a pond or a water-retention basin? Blech.
"I love when Wilbur comes over because it feels so good when he leaves."
-- Scottie McW.
Mary and Jeff's idea of not being on the same page is whether or not to go to the Bum Boat before they take a ride in Jeff's boat or after.
Having studied with the late, great Claude W. Faulkner, I love a good grammatical nut to crack. I concur it should be "me" since it's the object of the preposition "like." However, Mary has committed the syntactical sin of splicing two independent clauses with a comma.
KitKat: I'll have you know that I think both Mary and Estelle are indeed still babes, even though one is a meddlesome PITA and the other is a rather pathetically gullible goose.
Saturday's line about Wilbur growing on Estelle kinda makes him sound like a fungal infection.
Sunday
Maybe it’s the fault of my newspaper (The Plain Dealer) reducing the size of the comics, but in today’s last panel, Mary and Estelle look like they were stretched on a rack. Their faces are narrow, and their necks appear to be at least 18 inches long. Visions of Stretch Armstrong - is this a side effect of excessive discussion of Wilbur?
KitKat, I see what you mean. I think maybe it's June's way of saying that having to illustrate this dreck is as painful as being stretched on a rack. That's certainly how I feel reading the dialogue in this strip.
"Meow!" Best dialogue in this never ending story....
What?!! A Judy Collins song? Hard to imagine Wilbur hitting some of those notes...Also, these two live in California. How are they singing about birds migrating and the winter's cold? Oh, yeah, maybe Wilbur traveled to Minnesota during a snowstorm to interview some blizzard survivors.
Estelle's playing the piano, but she's boxed in on the left side of the keyboard while Wilbur's hogging the middle. It's another red flag in the list of red flags: (1) Wilbur was lax about staying in contact while he was away; (2) wine coolers and Estelle's Netflix sub; (3) boxing. Estelle, wake up and smell the wine cooler!
Better be sitting down when you read Tuesday’s strip, folks. It’s the first little step-a baby step- in which might be an interesting story.
You are giving a lot of credit to KM who thinks that the song "Who Knows Where the Time Goes" is a great song for Wilbur and Estelle to sing as karaoke.
Tuesday: I hope that Zak and Iris will be singing "Rockabye Baby" accompanied by Estelle on the piano, but KM would never make the strip that interesting.
I think the reason Iris is so tired is because of Wilbur and Estelle's non-stop caterwauling on the piano until the wee hours of the morning.
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