My wife’s an LPN (Low-Paid Nurse), but she’s a bit more gentle than this. In fact, Shelagh’s a terrific nurse. I found this out 26 years when she was my mom’s nurse. She did such a good job that I married her.
Still, don’t mess with Shelagh. She has sharp needles and she knows how to use them!
I know. I know. You can’t actually buy Happiness.
After all times are tough. So you can’t afford the super-sized, deluxe package of 2010 Happiness that you see advertised on TV.
But for low monthly payments you may be able to buy a version of last year’s Happiness. (Economy-sized, slightly used and factory reconditioned.) Act now and we’ll throw in extra Joy and a complete season of Glee!
Fortunately (for everyone’s sake) I’m not expected to cook this Thanksgiving. So there’s much to be thankful for right there. No food poisoning this year. No need for anti-acids. No desperate three-legged, relay races (Don’t ask!) to the bathroom.
Just family, friends, fun and honestly good (as in tasty and digestible) food.
I hope you and your family enjoy the same!
I can’t take full credit (or blame) for today’s comic. The heavy boobs gag was suggested by my wife (Shelagh.) I noodled with the wording a bit and added the line from the helpful guy in the background, but the basic, uh…thrust of the gag is all hers.
Other questions you don’t have to answer…
–Are you just happy to see me or is that a single-shot, 40-mm grenade launcher in your pocket?
–If God is your copilot, who are the flight attendants and why haven’t they brought us drinks by now?
–Are you sure the sky is blue? Really? You think that’s blue? Have you ever considered that “blue” might just be what “they” want you to think it is?
–Do you feel “blue” now? Are you sure you don’t feel red instead?
