But wait! There’s more!
It *almost* worked, but comic strip snarkers are a harsh lot.
(And it makes Rex look super creepy.)
(Because I think that may be the only day he pretends to work.)
But first, a dinner engagement…
And then, actually practicing medicine…
…when you’re hungry, pregnant and your husband’s a doofus.
Gosh, I guess I’m not the only one who Rex ticked off (thanks for the alert, CC’s Sequitur 🙂 ) :
Trying to remember the courage of her convictions…
And just because I like drawing boobs (and mammary glands)…
Of course, a pregnant Nurse Practitioner’s job is never done…
And for an aspiring politco, does the job ever begin?!?
…that might explain a few things.
Dr. Keith Cavell was a one-time associate of Rex’s. Rumor has it that he was interested in/hit on June before she and Rex married. Which means that Keith is probably long dead by now. Anyway…
June really DOES seem to be glowing!
On the other hand, perhaps June and her hormones have every reason to be whacked out (between this storyline and Rex’s ol’ buddy Buck, I’M getting pretty hormonal, and not in a good way)…
…I’m pretty tired of widdle Sara’s literary turn. Or turns. One minute, “I’m going to write books!” Then, “I’m not going to write books!” Then, “I’m going to write one book.”
You know, Sara, I’m pretty sure that you can’t even wipe your snotty little nose, much less author a book. This primadonna complex of yours is wearing mighty thin. And I don’t think I’m the only one who feels this way.
…and he’s been stuck with a loser patient! Welcome back, Rex! O, how I’ve missed you!
