Can Mary Worth get any more exciting?!??
Can it? I mean, CAN IT?!??
Ladies and Gentlemen, prepare to clutch your pearls….
The shock is EVERYWHERE!!!
WHAT will happen NEXT?!??
Just like auld tymes (yuck)…
( and yes, Shakespeare want his writing back).
Yes, you can do it!
Maybe it’s all been resolved!
I just want to clear up a few points…
It appears that Ian has calmed Toby’s fears (it was either that or the merlot).
Details, Toby! Ian needs DETAILS!
THE SHOCKING REVELATION! (that just about everyone except Toby guessed):
Sit down, sit down…
Please, tell me what’s really bothering you…
On and on…
…and on and on…
…and on and maybe a change in venue (if not plot)…
What do you do when the week has been spent with Toby sequestered in her VE Bug?
That night, Toby dreams…
And dreams some more…
AND MORE!
EVEN MORE!
And yet, nothing so peaceful…
One can only speculate how the hours of Toby’s repose will go…
Good. At least she isn’t hurt!
You just KNEW Helen Moss was going to follow through on her snooping…
Looks like we’re heading for a showdown…
A real hair-puller…and face-droop….
Oh, Toby, you worry too much! “School management” refers to the custodians and janitors at SRCc!’
Ian will make it better.
A girl and her Slug Bug…
No, “rehash” is not a Scottish recipe.
Monday morning Happy Hour…
Back to the old grindstone…
Well, well, well…
Well, well, well, Part 2. Add a snake in the grass for additional excitement!
Cal: a young man with astonishing insight. Helen Moss; a menopausal woman with nothing to recommend.
When you think ToBy Cameron is a ditz, but then you realize just about everyone she interacts with is even worse…
And here’s to a typical Monday dive home from work…
LOOK OUT! LOOK OUT! LOOK OUT!
Saved by the power brakes!
Home at last!
What a swell (not swollen) guy Ian is!
Back to the Studio, Ms. C and Cal…
And Cal finally makes a move!
Shall we do lunch?
AND THEN…
Here comes trouble!!!
And for all of us, fantasizing over a possible new storyline (yeah, yeah, dream on!):
The flirtation limps along…
Ya gotta be sharp on Mondays…courtesy of “Glasgow’s Finest” razor-edged flying disc, fit for play and shearing sheep!
Just a nice, friendly game of whatever this is called…
Toby knows she doesn’t have many years left in her…go for it!
Toby’s biological clock keeps on ticking…
And then there’s time when it’s damned hard to snark on ultra-lame dialog…but I try…
Hmmm….that ugly woman watching the Frisbee players looks familiar…
…then again, maybe we’re just waiting for Spring Break.
Or maybe not.
Should we be surprised? Really?
Then again, maybe Toby and Cal won’t really hit it off…
Maybe we ought to harken back to the Good Old Days (at least, appropriating them from The Phantom!):
Toby reviews more of Cal’s work:
And lord only knows when she comes across someone familiar (I used a Mary Worth face (really and truly) from a few weeks ago…with Brigman at the helm, Mary no longer looks like the old crone we’ve become accustomed to)
All this flirtation! I don’t know if I can take much more…
