Ah, Doonesbury, thank you.
“It’s never too late to be who you really are.”
Tenant of Mary Worth’s Way of Cake
There’s a performance piece by the brilliant Dr. Kelly S. Taylor called “The Cake Lady,” in which the Cake Lady champions the idea that any problem of any magnitude can be solved if you can fit it on the top of a sheet cake. I suppose that’s a workable alternative if you can’t get Mary Worth to meddle it into submission. Or something.
Or just her temp job.
Is she looking kind of crazy to anyone else?
You’re going to Europe, you little twerp, be more excited about it. Okay, okay, you’re going with your dad, but still try to have some fun.
Happy Solstice everyone!
Look, Wilbur, if you’re too cheap to send her on a tour of Europe to mend her broken teenage heart, which would be doing us all a favor, then you’ll just have let her work it out her own way.
Well, that pretty much fizzled.
And then to have a biddy and proto-biddy dissect you on a stroll is the final insult. If we ever see Nola again, or Jill for that matter, I hope she or they slap the complacent smirks right off those smug biddies. Yeah!
I give you Exhibit A: Jill!
Exhibit B: Nola!
Me, if I was a single woman with issues, ha ha, I’d stay the hell away from one M Worth. I’d also never wear that shade of purple in public.
“Being hurt is NO excuse for hurting others.”
Of course it is, Toby. What’s Ian putting in your food to melt your brain like this? You sound like Mary.
I seem to recognize that bob, but that’s about all that’s ringing a bell.
Oh yeah, Margo’s a genius. No wonder she gets so annoyed by insects like Tommi and LuAnn.