I am in trouble.

I just busted a gut at today's Mother Goose & Grimm.



Get it? Grimm thought he'd offended the sloth, but no, the sloth is just... slow.

I need sleep.

Of course, I adored today's Get Fuzzy. Can I have my humor cred back now?

I got such a kick out of today's Garfield.

Though I'll be damned if I can pinpoint why. Perhaps because I can see my sister and I doing this years ago? (Not that we ever did, we were and are angels.)

Since Jon got a life, Garfield has really improved. I'm happy about this.

D'oh!

My sense of humor is in danger again!

Today's Garfield is funny.



And has been a lot lately, judging by the number of Garfield's saved to my computer.

At least I'm watching Malcolm in the Middle right now.


It's the accordion.

I gave away all my Garfield books two years ago. I want this one, though.

All is right with the world.

Today's Crock has a punchline based on a stupid stereotype.



My sense of humor will be fine.


I still want to swap bookmarks, though.

Wow.

BC is getting pretty funny.

Take today, for example.


Over the last few years, BC turned into a much more religious, heavy-handed comic, reflecting Johnny Hart's renewed faith.

When he died and the news that the comic would be continued with old artwork and new jokes once Hart's originals were used up did not sound good.

And the first new ones kinda sucked.

But lately?

Wow. It's not up to Get Fuzzy or Pearls Before Swine or Mutts or [your favorite comic]*, but it's a lot better.

*[I realize many people just do not like Get Fuzzy, and there's nothing that can be done. Oh well, more Satchel for me!]

This is so weird.

I cannot handle somebody breathing or talking to my back.

No, I don't mean I need to look somebody in the eye, I just cannot stand it when breath touches my back.

It hasn't been an issue in a long time, because it usually happens when I'm in a cramped line, like the ones used in elementary and middle school.

If somebody was too close, my back would start twitching, it just feels bad.

It may be similar to being tickled, but it's never pleasant.

Just now, I moved back a bit, I wanted to try to lay down. Well, Wickett was on the top cushion next to my pillows.

He started growling and I freaked out. My back was prickling, nothing could stop it, not even getting away from him! I tried to put a blanket over my back, it didn't work.

I was shrieking at him, practically begging him to get off the couch. It bothers me so much.

I had to get him a bone to get him off the couch.

I just don't get him - if he's so damn mad, why doesn't he leave? Go somewhere without a human?

I can still feel it, but it's a bit better.

Does anybody know what I'm talking about?

Dixie is a cat.

And in a comic!



Too many times! Too many times that muttly mutt of mine has waited for me to leave the room and then hopped right onto my spot.

When I return, she will wag her tail, "talk", or just look so innocent.

But she sticks to couches and beds - my uncle's cat once got into his medicine when it was out on the kitchen counter.

Pets!

She will get off, of course, if you shove her butt. However, I did not know that 10-year-old dogs could still pull off puppy eyes.

Oh, it's another year or somesuch... New Law and Order tonight!