…or “Wing Woman Day,” since it’s clear that Mary is clearly demented, living in her own little condo.
You think I’m joking, don’t you?
Well, I’m NOT!
Since everyone lives at Charterstone, Mary doesn’t need to haul out her broom…
Getting to know you…and you, too…
And who would’ve thought that 90% of the Sunday strip would be devoted to goldfish?!??
The insurmountable gravitational pull of Wilbutt and his goldfish has been accomplished. We’re ricocheted to Estelle’s condo…
And MAYBE we can get down to Brass Tacks…
There must be a point where Estelle tells Mary to get bent/lost/fucked/whatever…
SWEET BABY JEEBUS! Estelle ACTUALLY SAID, “I miss him.”!!! I keep trying, but I can only snark so much…
I don’t want to write for “Mary Worth.” I want an author to depict the series as being one with middle-aged/elderly people in the 21st C., not as a crappy fairy tale.
“Is this a lightbulb I see before me,
Filament toward my brain?”
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