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.
Happy All Saints’ Day! Me? Too many little-bitty packets of Whoppers for me — I think I’m seeing things, just like Rex…
No, I don’t know where the weird little kid came from (well, yes, I do…today’s Archie strip, but why I even read Archie today is another sign of sugar fallout).
Okay…time passes, and I’m more on an even keel. Well, at least to address someone who writes longer, more boring dialogue than I!