Everyone meets their match eventually. Thing is, strength, like intelligence, is a hard thing to measure. The Highwayman’s about to find that out the hard way.
Umm . . . it should be “Oookaaay,” or something like that. The way she said it sounded like she was drawing out the word “oak”.
Yup. Know what? It’s easier to be a little kid when you’re a grown-up.
Um, do you even read this strip? Since when is Rose lazy? “A man, he works from sun to sun, but a woman’s work is never done.”
I tell my wife the same thing. For some reason she doubts my objectivity. (c:
No-one will see this comment, but couldn’t resist adding my $0.02. Good on Bernice. Do what’s right, and policies be hanged. If it means a lost job, you lost it doing what you needed to for that person at that moment.
Gently rub her neck and shoulders and offer to give her a 15-minute back and foot massage with no strings attached. After the massage tuck her in and leave her to nap or lie there relaxed for as long as she wants while you take over for her around the house. Repeat as necessary, without waiting to be asked, for the rest of your very happy married life. Ladies, if you want it to last, be sure to reciprocate in your own way.
Had a counselor beat a rattlesnake to death at summer camp one year when I was 10 (he had young kids, and was taking no chances). We ceremoniously decapitated it with a shovel to make sure it couldn’t reflexively bite anyone, my lovely cousin picked up the head with her fingers and buried it, then her brother skinned and cooked it. Tasted like chicken!
Oh, it’s rare, but it’s not the first time, and probably won’t be the last. (c:
I can never understand why there are so few comments on this strip. It’s one of the most insightful strips I’ve ever followed, and as a married man of six years I can often relate to Michael. Thank you, Mr. Murphy!