…or am I really hearing something?

Minga’s right…it’s the only merciful thing to do.

Moms really take the brunt of getting ready for the holidays, and Thel finds herself dangling by her last nerve all too often.

Maybe the Keanes should just ditch the Christmas cards and send amorphous greetings to everyone one their email address list…

Poor Zak, confused by Iris’ strange behavior (to say nothing of her sudden poundage!)

Can Wilbutt be of any help to him?

Strangely enough, perhaps Wilbutt and Zak can be of help to each other!! Who need Iris? Or Estelle? Or that damned busy-body Mary Worth?

And to someone who wondered if the bartender was a zombie because he never moves, here’s an update:

While Estelle has put the brakes on her seeing Wilbutt, Iris has undegone an unnerving metamorphosis in the past two weeks. Prgnancy? Menopause? The heartbreak of psoriasis? It’s HUGE, whatever it is!! And she’s movin’ out, Zak!

Zippy may have wandered into a lost comic strip universe (R.I.P, Apt. 3G), but nothing is completely forgotten without a cute critter or two (not that I recall why it was in the strip to start with!!).

CC’s Joe Blevins tried to improve the strip (booze). I tried to improve the strip (underwear). Eh.

…and you’re gonna enjoy it. (Well, at least Scoopy’s on our side.)

…and so is this particular strip. I think it’s pretty funny and bears repeating this time of year.

Wow…finally in Seduwa! It’ll be a hop, skip, and a jump until we reach the next part of our journey, and another three weeks! Rusty will probably be in junior college by the time Mark gets home.

And we’re off again…tents and crappy rations, ho!

In the Funkyverse, everyone is the slimmest margin from the Grim Reaper, accidentally or intentionally. Most intentionally.

And the wheels on the car go round and round…