Let's check the damage, shall we?
Pointless busywork that saner people would have avoided: check.
A chunk of idiotic wordplay in the last panel: check
Elly working herself into a frazzle over minor inconveniences: check
John being a dickweed: check
Today's strip features John and Elly trying to organize all their slides because they have nothing better to do with their time. Just as you'd think John would do the heavy lifting and have Elly clear the table like he was a decent, caring husband or something, you'd think that they'd've bought enough carousels for each theme, carefully organized them after they came back from the photo lab and labeled them but that's not the Patterson way. The Patterson way is to shove most of them into a box at random. That way, you spend hours trying to make sense of the jumbled mess a brighter person would never allowed to develop with the added bonus of risking losing a slide everyone wants to see while still having endless variations on the theme "Elly loses her temper because Farley insists on being a dog instead of a person in an animal suit". As they narrow things down by category, April comes in and asks what's happening. John replies that he and Elly are "getting their lives in order." When I read that, my reaction was "Too late, Train Man! You and Sheet Shaver blew your last chance at that twenty years ago! Now all that's left is living in the Hell you'd made for yourselves!"