…that gets me all warm and schadenfreundy.
No, really!
I’m not kidding! Honest!
…and Dawn Weston is just another Beetle Bailey. Rather than get all emotional (like some one-armed guys we know), it’s nice to see how intellectually Dawn is approaching this dilemma, AND using her collegiate experience to help!
And you know? I think that things are really going to turn out for the best here: Dawn will find happiness, Wilbur will be happy for her, and Jim — well, as soon as he gets over these little snits, he’ll be fine, too. Let’s go fly a kite! Everyone loves that, right?
Just a friendly warning…
But then, even the meekest and milque-toasty of people can finally bust a cog and realize that they’ve just had it up to here with Mary and her platitudes…
(Where can I get one of those transparent lab coats?)
Apparently ghost-writing for the “Dear Busybody” column in the Santa Royale Penny Shopper has taken up a lot more of Mary’s time than any of us realize. It seems that even Dawn has to make an appointment to ask her for advice, but Mary being who she is, can still turn on the hospitality with a nice hearty slice of something. (No, really…it’s something, and we’re just not quite sure what it is.)
Oh. And speaking of turning on…
Oh, and watch out, Rex Morgan…looks like there may be a new DOCTOR on the block!
Having saved the life of an old woman on Mission Beach, and likely to be invoked as a medical demigod once he returns to Parteeheartee Arms, I doubt Rex is really going to have much of a vacation from his practice.
Still, a true student of Hippocrates gives service where service is needed… (What are the odds that Rex pronounces this as “Hippo Crates,” something that Mark Trail or the Phantom might use?)
(And a special thanks to CC’s Dale for straightening out all that nautical jargon for me!)
Is Mary losing her Meddle? Is Mark losing his steel-will to return to the ice and snow of a coming winter in Lost Forest, with only Cherry and Pops and Rusty for company? What is this world coming to if that were the case?!?
Never fear, it’s Mary!
And Mark!
There’s a fine line and a real talent when to keep your mouth shut…
…and when you blather on just a little too much.
Poor Dawn! Young! Vivacious! Ready to spread her wings and fly!
Meanwhile, the adults in her life just keep nattering at her. Well, kiddo, this is what comes from living in a 55+ gated community…
Those wacky folks at The Comics Curmudgeon! They’re just filled with great ideas — and my inspiration!
Amazingly, no jury would convict her!
There just didn’t seem to be enough “girl talk” in today’s strip (i.e., there was a lot of open space for word and thought balloons, bon mots, and general catty hate-ons between the two):
And to all my readers on the East Coast, stay safe! — Just think of what might happen if Hurricane Dawn ever tussled with Ol’ Nor’easter Mary!
It’s glorious, glorious Friday — no hurricanes, no rain, no wind, maybe a LOT of crap to clean up if you’re in New Jersey and New York. Speaking of crap, Mary and Dawn are still in the kitchen, whipping up…something…it’s culinary art, of a sort.
