A number of folks over at the Comics Curmudgeon have noticed the normal new child in Mark Trail. His name is Rusty Trail, but he has red hair, and straight teeth and a decidedly non-alien appearance. Will it last?
Sadly, I think it’s merely a phase.
Can we possibly hope for an upcoming reunion of You Know Who and Li’l Miss Melon-head?
“Slow on the uptake” doesn’t begin to describe him, but at least he got a clue before they left Italy!
While I didn’t mention it a couple of posts ago, I was intrigued by the duffel bag Tommie came to Scott and Nina’s condo with. Not only is she a musician and a midwife, but she’s serving as first-aid coordinator for the National Boy Scout Jamboree, it seems.
Ah, but I was wrong.
Amazingly, it seems that Tommie is going to take the tiger by the tail (or the fetus by the umbilical)! Because nothing says “Self-Confidence” and “Fortitude” like “Malpractice Suit.”
There were a couple more days of dithering, but I have to admit it: I love it when a plan comes together!
Who knew childbirth could be so exciting? Or potentially dangerous? At least we know that Nina can’t move fast!
Yes, Luann, you and your family (with its penchant for infinite teasing if you know what I mean and I think you do) just keep believing that.
I don’t mess with Jumble often (because Jumble Jeff probably knows where to find me), but I love doing it when the mood/inspiration/there’s nothing on television hits.
And yep, still missing Dingo.
Les and Summer climbing Mt. Kilamonjaro, Wilbur and Dawn seeing the sights in Italy — wow, is there any more fun than going on vacation with your DAD?
On the other hand, at least Wilbur is thoughtful enough to send off the occasional note while on vacation:
Yeah, well, it’s a nice thought.
So, Funky buys a new car, and Les suddenly appears back in Westview (from Africa. from somewhere on Mt. Kilamanjaro.) to say something snarky. O tempore! O mores! O consistency!
That Nina woman who had a shit-fit when she “caught” Margo “kissing” her husband Scott. Yeah, like it was a real tonsil-grabber. Margo has a lot better taste, Nina. Hell, even if she didn’t, the bar would still be set high enough for Scott to pogo-stick under…get a grip, woman.
Yep…girls like it, too!
