My grandmother bought me the satin outfit. My mother would have killed her if a disco whistle had shown up with it.

I had that satin jacket. In green to match my my satin shorts. Went beautifully with my rollerskates.

Honest to goodness, looked at that quickly and thought it said Jagger Snow Peas.

I filled two roll off dumpsters with my husband’s hoarded crap after he died. nine years later and I’m still hauling stuff away.

Screams for ever and ever.

My late husband had those feet. They would scrape up against me in bed and I would tell him to keep his horse’s hooves to himself. Poor guy. Sandals were not made for him.

I get the same thing.

This has happened to me since I was a kid. I have to be hearing the music played live.

Poor kid. I feel his pain.

I feel the same way about cheese omelets. With a side of rye toast. I’m allergic to everything on the plate but I Just can’t help it. Next stop the bathroom!

And now the Zoom theme song is stuck in my head. Damn I loved that show.

My husband always said I would be the crazy dog lady if he died first. I’ve now been that crazy dog lady for almost nine years. I love my dogs!

In my pharmacy days the xanax addicts were the worst. Mean, mouthy and straight up evil. Dilaudid users were a close second.

I love minions and screwball comedy. They aren’t mutually exclusive. And as a childless 46 year old I have no shame!

Definitely her! Maybe leave her in a basket on their doorstep.

Denver has a nice shelter.

My brother and I had the same experience with ours!

I started out as a self righteous, obnoxious conservative(as did my favorite cousin). We have both aged into left leaning, tree hugging weirdos. At least according to our family. I carry my empathy proudly.

Gorgeous, gorgeous man.

You are the best! Every time you post a new comic on your site It is like a gift. I laugh out loud at the expressions on your characters faces. Love your work.