It’s Charterstone Pool Party time!  Okay, you can stop placing bets that Mary will have passed away before we reached this exciting day!  And there’s a Hussy in our midst, too!

…but I have to do two mashups of today’s Mary Worth…the Power of Mary compels me…

I almost got to claim “First!” on the one above. I am evidently not in Mary’s good graces.  Well, then…suffer, bitch:

And just in case you’re not up to snuff on your ichthyology, the blob sculpin:

God exists, and He has a cruel sense of humor.

Like Pilate, I was going to wash my hands of the current/eternal/endless Mary Worth story,  especially since it had devolved into a full-blown Kneel-Down-and-Worship-Me extravaganza, complete with all Glory, Laud and Honor.

But hey…one more for the Godhead, whichever one it is.

…and the wildlife is crafty.

Mark Trail? Not so much…

…or whoever our point guard is.

The ongoing controversy of whether the Milford basketball team should get tattoos rages on!

I’m fairly sure that I’ve posted this before, but hey…IT’S MARY WORTH!

We might not be worthy, but she’ll help us…

…maybe there will be a POOL PARTY!

Nah.

Meanwhile, CC’s queek discovers that this ubiquitous disappointment extends even as far as Lost Forest.  Of course, they’d only showed up for the salmon squares:

Why is it, when there’s absolutely nothing of interest going on in Mary Worth, I feel compelled to mash on it?

Does this count as Mystery of the Ages #29?

Nope, not yet.  But at least we know the nuts don’t fall very far from the tree…