Over the Hedge by T Lewis and Michael Fry for March 11, 2018

Makes sense to me; although living on coconuts doesn’t really appeal to me.

RJ is surely going someplace warm, blistering even.

“I can’t feel my nostrils.”

That would make a terrific opening line for a novel. … immediately followed by, “And then the murders began.”

Since I moved to North Idaho, I keep saying that when it is my time to go, I want to go on the last day of summer so I don’t have to live through another winter. I don’t like frozen nostrils.

It was freezing cold a couple of weeks ago in Seattle, and now this week they’re already activating the sprinkler system outside of work. One of the pipes is broken and gushing out water. I wonder if anyone has noticed.

But then they had a cold when they talked to God, and wound up on Mt. Fuji.

Reminds me of a comic I had seen (possibly non-sequitor ? spelling) where 2 angels are in heaven watching the horde of people crowding the door that said “the right religion” and no one was at the door that said “the wrong religion”. Knowing me, I would be at the one that said “the wrong religion”. Because, whatever you believe in, it’s the right religion for you, but the wrong religion for everyone else.

Singing – “I want to lie, shipwrecked and comatose, Drinking fresh, mango juice, Goldfish shoals, nibbling at my toes, Fun, fun, fun, In the sun, sun, sun…….”

Once again, OTH ignores its own past. All three of them have seen proof of heaven.

The power of fiji!

Yeah, Fiji sounds great for an afterlife destination. Not as crowded as Hawaii.

You guys should try to enjoy it, we never get snow. Last year, we only had 1 day of snow, and it was barely and inch.