October 7th, 2007

beer freezer

Monday, October 8th 2007

Nothing starts another edge-of-your-seat week of FOOBery like synchonised power-walking, delivered as only a pair of pompous fifty-something Canadian hausfraus can.

Lynn must just have the one reference photo.

In a SPECTACULAR display of 'tell, don't show', Elly describes how they MIGHT.. just MIGHT, have to hoick Jim's rickety old stroke-y keister out of the hospital and into some professional care.
Which, you know... he should have had right from the beginning. They might have to use a tazer on Iris to accomplish it, but better late than never, I guess.

Iris and Jim have spent TWO YEARS on a waiting list? So why did Iris not SAY this way back then instead of spending two years declaring she could take care of Jim all by herself just fine, thanks??

As little orange Batman symbols drop from the trees, Elly delivers the traditional tepid punchline which makes me either want to drop my jaw or spurt out my mouthful of beer while thinking 'DID... DID SHE JUST SAY THAT IN JEST??'

She must be, she's flipping us the bird as the Milboroughian equivalent of corn-fed-spread waddles on its way. (Has Connie always looked this manly?)

Geez, I hope this whole week isn't going to be 'tell, don't show'. I expect some spectacular ham-fisted art as well, Lynn, don't forget!