dreadedcandiru2 (dreadedcandiru2) wrote in binky_betsy,
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Saturday, 14 November 2009

We're obviously in for a new-ruin that has a sick-as-a-dog Elly be forced to race around after her rambunctious imbecile children only to have John come home and spout a bromide about her needing to rest; Lynn can do it because she has the technology and the backing of Kool-Aid drinkers who will cluck, chuckle and simper about being made to parent solo when sick. That's because Lynn's viewpoint on the subject hasn't changed since she had Mike whine that Elly can't get sick 'cause she's a mother and has to wait on him hand and foot.

It's a classic chunk of martyrdom that has Elly point out how long she can be sick.

Panel 1: A freaked-out John tells Elly that he's sorry she isn't feeling well.

Panel 2: He reminds her that he took Lizzie to the sitter and Mike is in something called craft class.

Panel 3: He then says that he can pick Lizzie up on his way home but there's no way he can get down to collect Mike.

Panel 4: A bleary-eyed Elly says that that means she can be sick until 11:45.

Summary: This is because Lynn wants us to believe that a moderatley prosperous dentist's wife couldn't afford to have hired someone to come in and do all the joe-boy jobs when she's feeling sick. It amazes me that the Kool-Aid Quaffers never realized that we should have spent Foob history discussing the quality of the Pattersons' domestic help.
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