“…but it’s all Greek to me!”
No, I don’t know where Lu Ann is.
Wait…wait…
There hasn’t been too much going on at Apartment 3-G since Nina had her baby. Well, Margo might have a new associate, if she doesn’t slap the crap out of him first (then again, he’s so much like her, they may as well have been separated at birth).
But the big news is…there’s a Mystery Guest outside Margo’s office door! Who could it be?
And join the club if you had no idea the Perfessor had been out of town.
But wait! The plot thicken!
Does this mean there might be love in the air for Margo? I’m guessing it’s just your typical miasma-carrying typhoid…
…probably doesn’t interest Margo in the least.
(Yay, Margo!)
Good lord — can Lu Ann be far behind?!?!
…or maybe a “isn’t this a much better strip this way?”…
…it’s just that you’re a demanding nag!
Fortunately, Tommie has lived with Margo long enough to become inured to the stuff.
And, yes, the question has been asked by many, “How long, Lord? How long?”
So what? It’s childbirth, not a disease! You’re young and healthy, Nina, with a iron constitution…you can do it!
[To be honest, the best part of mashing this was looking for a picture of a rodeo cowboy. I Googled “bucking bronco,” and this was one of the options…I don’t think this was actually a Bucking Bronco, given the spokesperson…]
While I didn’t mention it a couple of posts ago, I was intrigued by the duffel bag Tommie came to Scott and Nina’s condo with. Not only is she a musician and a midwife, but she’s serving as first-aid coordinator for the National Boy Scout Jamboree, it seems.
Ah, but I was wrong.
Amazingly, it seems that Tommie is going to take the tiger by the tail (or the fetus by the umbilical)! Because nothing says “Self-Confidence” and “Fortitude” like “Malpractice Suit.”
There were a couple more days of dithering, but I have to admit it: I love it when a plan comes together!
Who knew childbirth could be so exciting? Or potentially dangerous? At least we know that Nina can’t move fast!
That Nina woman who had a shit-fit when she “caught” Margo “kissing” her husband Scott. Yeah, like it was a real tonsil-grabber. Margo has a lot better taste, Nina. Hell, even if she didn’t, the bar would still be set high enough for Scott to pogo-stick under…get a grip, woman.
