And with the New Year moving on, Dolly just can’t catch a break.

(Commentary from John Weaver at FB’s Readers of the Comics Curmudgeon: “Damn, the way he draws an Asian character, like Mickey Rooney is still alive. ” All too true, Mr. Weaver.)

The desultory longing goes on…

And now it’s time to return to the drudgery of everyday life in mid-century Scottsdale, where it still manages to snow at least three times each winter, just so Dolly can wear her stupid winter hat…

Looks like Mommy got a good start on the New Year by making sure the melonheads know where her limitations are…

Thel’s not being an especially good girl, either….

And Thel? It seems that it’s time for a little schoolin’ for the melonheads…

We’re coming down to the home stretch, and even the melonheadiest of them all needs to realize the limits of blasphemy…

…or am I really hearing something?

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

Whoa! Whoa! WHOA! Treacherous climbs! Weird sounds! Male-bonding! Sometimes, we all have to sit back and think things over quietly and calmly…

You’ll feel better…honestly!

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…

And then you really have no choice but to go out into public from time to time.

…that Dolly might actually be my girl? Remember, don’t apologize unless you don’t mean it!

…it would be more entertaining than what Big Daddy and Thel have to endure.

Not that Mommy really gets off easy…

…that Mama Thel doesn’t take care of her family!

And while they can still move under their own power (although PJ appears to be extruding candy corn and/or pumpkin seeds)…

And it appears that Jeffy is the first to be losing what little mental faculties he possesses…

…but I guess they’re all creepy and kooky and freakish in their own way.