By admin | May 30, 2014 - 11:26 am
No kidding! The Friends of the Library group that I volunteer with usually deals with library discards of Garfield, Zits, Foob, etc., but we have a lovely donated copy of “Tiajuana Bibles,” including its dust jacket. Interested? Drop me a line and I’ll try to answer any questions. All proceeds will benefit our county libraries and its many programs.!
We all know that six weekdays of Apt. 3-G are rehashed into the Sunday edition. Fine. Sometimes cryptic, for lack of space, but usually not, as the plot generally has the velocity of mayonnaise. Dried-up mayonnaise.
But don’t cut’n’paste the rehash onto new backgrounds and pretend its all new and shiny. (And don’t leave me to wonder if the color monkeys have been handed blunt-tip safety scissors and given even more resposibilities.)
Fortunately, the Sunday nightmare ends and we’re back at Jack’s Happiness Falls Vet Clinic…
Remember the day-trip that Tommie is making to upstate New York to find a wildlife rehab center for her fawn? And that the vet in Happiness Falls NY offers her a job (when last we saw Tommie, she was a licensed and practicing R.N./midwife)?
THREE WEEKS GOES BY! It says that right in narration box!!! I don’t know what’s more unsettling: no one has seen Tommie in her place in NYC for nearly a month, or she’s wearing that same damned pink turtleneck that the fawn probably piddled on and that Tommie’s been mucking out stalls in for the last dozen days. Ewwww.
Is it really Tommie?