This is one of the few strips I remember where Schroeder is playing something besides the piano or baseball.
Our English Mastiff would occasionally allow me to use the couch…he became indignant when I would make him move.
As do I.
In silhouette the girls might look extraordinary. In full view, in light perhaps not so much, same as our erstwhile Lothario.
I’m pretty sure the thought doesn’t count here.
Almost snorted coffee through my nose.
The side comment is true. Other body parts also have a mind of their own…
Interesting thought! It would make a great plot twist.
School resumed here last week. In another week or so the feeding frenzy for school supplies will be over and it will be marginally better to go to the store.
Now I know where the remote went…