Karen Moy LOVES me! She knows how I respond to the most beautiful words in the Worthiverse: I'm going to tell you a story. Never doubt Karen Moy's love for me. The following panels prove the extent of that love! 
"Fate has dealt me a cruel blow! My ponytail is permanent." But don't worry Gina. Once Mary shows you all the gorgeous chicks in Santa Royale that rock the pony tail, you'll know that love IS meant for you.
Jenna!
Lynn!
Vera!This has been the best Christmas ever. Thank you Mary Worth. I thought Jill making a scene at the rehearsal dinner was as good as it could get, but now a story?! I love stories! Here are four of my favorites:
Those of you who have read this blog for a while KNOW how absolutely giddy I am right now. Bonnie is going to tell a story! It doesn't get any BETTER than THIS! It's what I wait for and I have NEVER been disappointed. Was I disappointed when Mary Worth told Adrian Corey a story about the Mysterious Man who got away, leaving her stuck to date Adrian's father?
No, I was NOT! No, I was NOT!No, I was NOT!I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that we are in for a delight. A Mary Worth story is always AWESOME! I can't tell you how excited I am. Almost as excited as when Lynn Griffin explained why she passed out on the ice...... or when Mary explained the origins of her compulsion to help others.Yes indeed, this is going to ROCK! 
I guess I got confused. I thought we already had the nationals. This story is just barely getting started. But don't worry: There is no better way to enjoy figure skating than watching it rendered two panels a day by Joe Giella. 
And let's also toast to the endless possibilities of a new Mary Worth story which will get underway in just another week or two as soon as this ridiculous toast is concluded.
Whoops. I hate to break it to you, but you missed the Nationals, honey. They ended on Sunday night in Cleveland. And it's too bad, because they really could have used you, based on the Washington Post article I posted yesterday. All of this build up, and you missed the big game. Perhaps Vicky can draw on her vast network of professional contacts and get you a job at the local Dairy Queen.
After Lynn skates her long program . . . AND changes into her cute little battenburg lace collar outfit... AND cuts her choreographer's hair into a classic "Dawn Weston..."
I'm nervous because whenever Lynn wins an ice skating game, someone dies.
Lynn is very grateful her dad didn't show up. Boy, is she going to be furious when she finds out Frank was hiding in the top row of the arena, just eleven feet away.
I'm glad the choreographer is there to tell Mary how well Lynn is doing. Because to me she looks like she always does just before she faints. 
Yesterday I was so confused by the mysterious lady in the stands that I couldn't even post. Today, I am greatly relieved to learn it is Lynn's choreographer, who clearly approves of Frank's barbaric style since she's put up with it for so many years. Meanwhile, two rows behind Mary, Frank is hiding amid the National Figure Skating Championship crowd of 312.
Nothing is creepier or more inappropriate than having your coach hovering around the rink all the time! Much better to have an old lady you just met who has never skated in her life, but who did encourage you to estrange yourself from your only living parent, give you a push out on the ice.
Moments that seem to last for hours, hours that last for weeks, and weeks that last an eternity. Oh, please, please, please, move on to the next moment.
I don't mind that the story has come to a jolting halt, like a skate blade hitting a piece of shag carpet that somebody tossed out on the lake, because the Free Skate promises to be as action packed as the "Ice Capades Presents Indiana Jones on Ice!" What am I looking forward to the most? Finding out what song Lynn skates to so we can add it to the Charterstone Jukebox.
Lynn, skating free at the Free Skate. Earning the medal for herself. And for Dead Greg. 
Kudos to dear reader Robert for calling today's strip perfectly. I have to admit, I didn't see this coming at all. But then again, I wasn't really looking that hard.
Looks like Frank has given up any hope he had of being a motivational speaker after he quits coaching. As Lynn would say, "Those who can't do, teach. Those who can't teach, coach. Those who can't coach, charge a $5,000 speakers fee."
