(The charges will never stick…the tape donuts only go on the little bit of paper on the bow, NEVER on the ribbon itself.)
The inevitabilty to real life and pluggerdom continues…
And the time to refuse thinking about New Year’s resolutions…all the time!!!
This was the original comic:
And this is for my husband Bruce, who isn’t an “Andy,” but who provides all sorts of plugging/unplugging equipment to the local Andys and Bobs and Mikes and Lloyds…
…of a reasonable facsimile.
Reality really isn’t that bad.
Sooner or later, whether admitting it or not, we’re all in this together.
You do what you can.
Maybe a few more possibilities for therapy wouldn’t hurt, either.
While we’re thinking about food…
The saddest part of this particular comic is realizing how many BIG shopping malls that I grew up with in the Phoenix area (Metrocenter and Thomas Mall) and the surrounding areas (Los Arcos, Tri-City) are no longer there…gone, baby, gone.
Merely an obervation…
Some folks like loose change, some folks like facial hair, and ‘evry gal’s crazy ’bout a fluffy-lookin’ ‘stache!”
It’s always something. Usually smelly, too.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING to everyone near and far, Plugger and those-in-training!
And as we head into yet another Covid variant, we remember the Good Auld Days…
The times we live in.
Could be pickles. Could be pasta sauce. Could be mayo. the list is endless.
Different dreams for different people.
Donut Days. Simple, and yet delicious (and so close to my heart).
As the seasons change…
Hey. Crime can happen at any age…
And there are times when a college education just will not allow you to pair a dog offspring with a kangaroo parent…
No matter where you go…
And no matter how you think you remembered the words…you don’t.
When comic strips collide.
Maybe Wilbut is hedging his bets about the possibility of being booted from Charterstone, or perhaps giving serious consideration to a karaoke career…
Yum! All tied up in one!
And sometimes, neither philosophy nor mystery…
Plugger and proud (at least with this observation)…
That explains the 120,000 miles…
Another installment of “Of course I’m not a Plugger”….
Right next to all the AARP envelopes…
Truer words aren’t much spoken…
The Breakfast of (some. constipated.) Champions:
How summer just flies….HAPPY LABOR DAY!
The days of wine and roses,…and pizza and ice cream!!!
And the best “Wisdom of the Ages“, is not really giving a damn…
Names are funny things. Well, sometimes.
The Sunday rectangle, or parallelogram, or Big Square, or something…
And sometimes you miss the boat, or the flash mob….
A win-win situation (and you can save the baggie for another job…how Green!!).
There’s more than one way to outfit a cat…
During the week, between those trips to the barber…
Just about anything’s better than”Saul and Eve Host the Westminister DOG Show”…
Could it be…the end….
And then it all goes to hell…
