Snark It Up, FuzzBall!

I’m not keen on the “new” Mark Trail “cartoonist” (that’s why Mark or his lousy “illustrations” and “storylines” have vanished from SIUF), and perhaps one reason (of many) is because the “artiste” is too good to let members of the “animal” kingdom (aside from Mark and his ilk) talk…

Face if Jules F., it could only improve the strip. And it’s not so hard…see?

Estelle finally succumbs to Wilbutt’s charms, or at least his check book.

Wow…some REAL cruising plans!

And just think what will happen when they get back from their cruise…

Meanwhile, the farewells just keep on coming…

The cruise is just SO exciting, especially the cough-wrapped melon slices!

Brunch AND mid-morning kakaoke!

Back at the old homestead!

And then, back at the old COVID reservoir!

GASP!

Of course, neither Wilbutt nor Karen Moy, master story-teller, will accept the answer, but for one brief, shining moment, we can say, YES! YES! YES!

And Tina Wood of FB’s RotCC suggested this fall-down and swallow-your-tongue-it’s-so-funny (I tweaked the Photoshopping part a bit):

Y’know, Tina’s is just funnier:

And for those readers who hope beyond hope that Wilbutt meets up with Sailing Songstress Esme (she was on a cruise that I missed in 2017):

Alright, so she moves at a sprightly pace…

And yet, even a blind pig (or an evil minion) occasionally finds an acorn…

So many paths to wander…so much twaddle to consider…

Even more paths…is Mary finally seeing the Light?!??

And no matter how she tries to deny it, Estelle and Wilbutt are not alone at Charterstone…

And we’re left to wonder what happened to that huge dining room table, filled with Mary’s “friends”…

For those who’ve been “missing” the previous week’s geriatric antics, a recap of the Fun at Charterstone:

You’d think dinner for two would be non-problematic…

And for a bit of diversion on the most recent Sunday MW (I had had this in mind, and then forgot it…dammit!):

(The charges will never stick…the tape donuts only go on the little bit of paper on the bow, NEVER on the ribbon itself.)

The inevitabilty to real life and pluggerdom continues…

And the time to refuse thinking about New Year’s resolutions…all the time!!!

Everything old is gossip fodder again…

…why does she allow apartments in Charterstone to be subletted when the owners are out of town. This could make for some embarrassing situations…

Even trying to relabel Charterstone’s apartments of absentee tenants as “rehab failities” still proved a failure for Mary…

This was the original comic:

And this is for my husband Bruce, who isn’t an “Andy,” but who provides all sorts of plugging/unplugging equipment to the local Andys and Bobs and Mikes and Lloyds…

…get used to the almighty Moy, kids!

Round 2 of Attempt 3 or 4 or who cares?!?!??

Wilbutt making up with Libby?!?? How absurd!

Wilbutt making up with Pierre?!?? Well, what do you expect?

Yes, everyone is getting a goodie…

Time to strap on the ol’ feed-bag:

It’s almost like they’re speeding toward their shared, early deaths. Don’t put it off, kids!

Sunday! Sunday! Bring your camera! We’re at the end of his turgid story!

…of a reasonable facsimile.

Reality really isn’t that bad.

Sooner or later, whether admitting it or not, we’re all in this together.

You do what you can.

Really mature.

Really, really mature…

Now Bets wants to spend all of Christmas with Gunth, instead of joining the hell that is part of all the rest of her family….

…so we should always listen to our elders:

Mondays always get Billy down…

What passes for entertainment/catechism at the Keane Kompound:

Nothing ever goes as planned.

The old habits return soon after Christmas….

When every new year looks just like the old years…

Well, the wish for an increased I.Q. for the new year didn’t materialize.

Fun at IKEA/Target/Wal-mart/anywhere Jeffy just has to pee…