Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for May 12, 2018

Yes, Edna. Now take your balloon, and…..do what you always do in your special moments. I will not eavesdrop, promise.

Just checked yesterday’s strip. Glad to see you are oh, Suzy Creamcheese.

How’s it going, MUDD? Sorry for not checking in more often.

Congratulations to you both. Special moments are rare. Whatever brings one on, bring it on! Take a turn at the stereo and cut a little carpet.

Oh, it is a good day! He’s sharing the BLUE balloon….! You know what THAT means…..;)

It looks like a litmus test.

I’m about to have a church lady moment.

Perhaps the comma after “Why” should have been a question mark.

Most men suggest a little kanoodlin, is the blue balloon a code for…. dang there is no way to phrase this.

I’m just happy they still have them.

Whatever it means and whatever they do….

it’s good, after a couple of million moments together, that some are still special.

The male vitality pills finally arrived!

Woo Hoo!

Some days it just doesn’t pay to blow up your balloons. (Ruth Buzzi — Laugh-In)

Savor those special moments. Of course, in that neighborhood there seems to be a lot of them.

While Martin and Millicent may seem a little silly in their “special moment”, I think it’s sweet.

The older I get, the more I enjoy sharing little “special moments” with my First Maite.

It can be something as simple as flowers for no special reason, a foot massage, cooking her breakfast, or even just taking a walk together.

As we age, the more we appreciate what little time we have left and savor what to others may seem unimportant or mundane. I have come to realize that every moment I spend with her is a special moment.

Special, just for Mother’s day X