Cathy Classics by Cathy Guisewite for December 25, 2011
December 24, 2011
December 26, 2011
Transcript:
Mom and Dad: Put down those heavy suitcases, Cathy! You'll strain your back! Where's your hat? You'll catch pneumonia! Don't walk so fast! You'll fall and poke your eye out! Here! Let us help you! Did you eat breakfast? Did you have lunch? Did you get any sleep? Have some cocoa! Have an afghan! Have some slippers! Have a cheese platter! Cathy: How do you think I sustain life for the other 364 days a year, mom and dad? Mom: You call us, e-mail us, fax us, and when all systems are down, you listen to the prerecorded speeches we planted into your brain! Cathy: ...Oh, right. Dad: Welcome home, baby.
I wonder if Cathy will ever succumb to the ’Mother’s curse’ and be just like Mom when she becomes a mom. Yeah. I think so.
Okay, so we have a resolution to the saga of The Bib. Billy Kringle’s sense of humor, weird as it may be, usually originates somewhere not internal to him AND has a purpose. This time it was sparked by Susan. She said she had to buy a new laptop, Apple flavored, which is my favorite. I followed that up by saying that I was drooling because I’ve wanted one for ages but just couldn’t justify it. Got the picture? The last present under the tree at Billy’s folks house was for me. Mom went to get the bib and tied it on me. Of course I rolled my eye (maybe both for all I know) at her. Billy handed the present over. I unwrapped (and gasped at) the outer box. Apple. Whoo hoo Within was a shiny new 13” Macbook Pro. Sweeeet! I need the bib less, and a crying towel more. (Sshhhhh, don’t tell Billy).
Good morning / afternoon / evening to all our fellow Cathyites. I suspect most will arrive later. Off we go. We’re helping Billy’s folks take food to the elderly. Normally we also shovel their walks but there’s no snow.