Trying to remember the courage of her convictions…
And just because I like drawing boobs (and mammary glands)…
Of course, a pregnant Nurse Practitioner’s job is never done…
And for an aspiring politco, does the job ever begin?!?
Okay, I haven’t been mashing on Apartment 3-G because it’s boring as hell, but when certain hand gestures send a significant portion of the folks at The Comics Curmudgeon into a tail-spin into the gutter, I must respond. (Read: this is probably the first time that something mostly innocent was my first thought. My second one was, of course, the obvious one and the choice of the masses.)
Oh, yeah, that crazy hand-jive (what can you do? She’s a city girl, after all)!
When mashing a whole strip isn’t quite worth it. A little snark here, a little snark there.
…is a mistake that Margo is working hard to see never happens again. Even if it might be to the governor of New Yorke, a Mission Enduring Freedom veteran, or a howler monkey. Hard work, but so satisfying!
…that Lu Ann is an Artist. Or maybe an Artiste. She’s not a psychologist. Or a counselor. Or competent.
She does have the sense to ske-daddle while the ske-daddling’s good, though.
It’s a Luann/Lu Ann double header! Of course, there will be no winners!
Mama Degroot accosts the instruction of the summer drama camp that rejected Luann’s application. Oh, the humiliation!
Meanwhile, Lu Ann attempts to console an Army veteran suffering from something. Oh, the humiliation!
Guv, you don’t get to dictate what she wears.
…and Lu Ann still remembers her plan to Teach Art to military personnel’s children! You go, girl!
