Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

…’cause Westview’s hell.

(But then again, we all already knew that.)

I thought about not going this far, too, but then again, Dad seems proud of the fact that he can multi-task changing a diaper while eating a peanut butter sandwich, so I think the limit here borders on the limitless.

And, of course, how would it be with a new baby if Les weren’t around to wax eloquent and dismal?

It *almost* worked, but comic strip snarkers are a harsh lot.

(And it makes Rex look super creepy.)

…Thanksgiving tomorrow, or Jeffy’s evolving sense of surly autonomy!

(Because I think that may be the only day he pretends to work.)

But first, a dinner engagement…

And then, actually practicing medicine…

…or, Does Cat Butt Really Taste That Good?

So it’s time to strike while the Sunday comics are hot! Like two dozen Parkerhouse rolls!

And just because of Jeffy’s expression…

Well, just about everything from BMcE’s pen/Photoshop program hurts…

No. Really.

We’re just going to have to let you go, you little moron.

…although it’s safe to say, “Don’t make Mary mad.  You won’t like her when she’s mad. She’s an ugly angry old biddy.”