It's worse than that; it's a sickly-sweet mess that gets self-referential and stoopid.
Panel 1: We're at the park today; as the offsprings go off to play, Connie and Elly watch them from a near-by bench. Connie says that having a park down the street from where they live is a nice thing; Elly reminds her that that's one of the reasons she and John wanted to live in the Sharon Park section of Milborough.
Panel 2: Connie says that's also why she lives there; she also points out that the fact that she and Elly would be neighbors is a selling point. Elly murmurs in assent.
Panel 3: Connie then delivers a wall of text about how fate seems to have ensured that the two of them are raising their kids together; that's a good thing because so many people lose touch after University. Elly seconds that emotion by saying "That's true."
Panel 4: Connie then says it's almost as if they're characters in a story. Elly wonders who it is "writes" their material. Both of them ignore the word "Lynn" floating in mid-air next to the bench.
Summary: You just know that the author, who's pretty much declared herself the God of the Pattersons' world, is going to get her ego stroked by the Kool-Aid Drinkers today; she'll be named the superior of Shakespeare (or Sir Francis Bacon if the rumors are true) by a lot of Inmen.