by Hal Bent
Saturday morning...cold autumn morning in New England for yours truly this morning. Excited to be playing hooky from work (Saturday is optional? See you Monday!) and looking forward to an omelette! OK, now I'm hungry...
9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney:
Not to be rude (no, wait, I'm supposed to be rude!), but this is lame. End it already, McEldowney. Boring. Uninteresting. I hope this was a vacation in Aruba week and he just mailed this crap in as some filler from some time ago--that's the only excuse I will accept.
Adam@Home by Brian Basset:
Again I submit that these kids are not Adam's and the years of hints dropped by his wife are finally starting to stick. That said, he carved the pumpkins per the kids instructions? Makes sense to me, he hands those kids a knife and they're spending his life insurance two days later when the check clears and his body sits unclaimed in a morgue.
Ziggy by Tom Wilson & Tom II:
The Rancor awaits below, Ziggy! Hah-hah! (That makes Ziggy's doctor Jabba the Hut? Whatever, just run with it and don't kill my joy at Ziggy's demise) You have no jedi skills, Ziggy. The end is nigh!
Wait, are those hinges indicating he's just going to launch Ziggy into the wall...that won't kill him...he's got enough body fat to absorb that kind of blow. Is there even a spring to launch him. Is it going to slowly rise and slide the chair five feet to the right? What the hell is going on here?