Peanuts by Charles Schulz for February 11, 2021

Today is Peppermint Patty Day

like Calvin blaming his mother for not helping him get papier-mâché out of which to make a roadrunner for his desert ecosystem diorama in a shoebox

And there it is.

Patty, it is your paper, if you want it done write, you have to do it yourself. Even if you can’t type.

Peppermint Patty has a secret crush on Charlie Brown.

PP didn’t learn about “caveat emptor” when hiring Snoopy, did she?

Maybe you should spend less time on that baseball field and more time hitting the books.

You can always depend on Snoopy – as long as you keep your expectations low.

This strip was done in the era before word processing. I knew one old timer who, when computers did come along, wrote his memos longhand and gave them to a secretary to type into the computer.

She didn’t read it and she blames him.

You reap what you sow. Garbage in garbage out. Blame the one in the mirror.

I love how peppermint Patty’s hair is still showing her emotions today (!)

poor girl pining away for Chuck. so hard to figure out what bothers some people so much. right, Snoopy?

Did Snoopy know what was it Peppermint Patty came to him for at all?

Somewhere down the road, someone will find that paper, recognize it as a great piece of literature, look up the author, and Peppermint Patty will become an overnight literary sensation…

I hear they’re talking to Julia Roberts for the film role.

What we’ve got here is… failure to communicate

“Poor lass”

You know there’s an analogy to the ‘16 election is this tale, but I’m going to let it go. This time.

Patty learns “Always proofread” the hard way.

Look in the mirror Patty and you will see your problem…..

Lesson to be learned…. never trust others to screw up something when we can do it just as well… or even better… ourselves.

“It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly a shot rang out! A door slammed. The poor lass screamed…” ☺

I’m reminded of a joke – a politician was planning an event where he was in a hot air balloon to see his crowd. A sudden gust of wind pulled his balloon out of its restraints causing it to take off into the air. After several hours of the winds blowing him this way and that the balloon started to lower until he found himself hovering over a field where a man with his dog was playing. “Hey” he called, “can you help me out here? Where am I?” The man in the field stopped and thought for a second, taking a look at his phone before replying, “Sure! Looks like you are hovering at about 30 feet over latitude XX.AA and longitude YY.ZZ” (insert your preferred numbers)

The politician frowned and replied, “Oh, so you are an engineer!” The engineer replied, “guilty as charged, how did you know?” The politician explained, “Well, I asked you a simple question, and you provided an accurate, but completely useless response.” At which point the engineer responded, “Oh … so you must be a politician!” Now the politician beamed, “oh, so you recognize me now!”, “No, clearly you got yourself into a problem of your own doing, you asked someone minding their own business for help, and when you didn’t get what you wanted you made it my problem.”

Just give her a kiss on the nose snoopy and she’ll be fine

Well, you asked him to type for you. You at first wanted it done for free and he refused. Then you offered to pay him fifty cents and you failed to pay attention when he threw away what you wrote before he began typing. Marcie asked you if you read what he typed and you brushed her off, insisting that it was a well typed term paper. You never read it like you should have. And while you did appear to write something (for which you would have gotten a failing grade even if Snoopy had typed exactly what you’d written, knowing your track record for not paying attention to what you’re supposed to be studying), you didn’t do all the work yourself. You got the grade you asked for and are out fifty cents to boot.

They skipped the Feb 13, 2000 strip!!!

Never trust a dog to do your homework. Half the time the eat it.

I love the word lass from a canine.

I thought his stories began with, “It was a dark and stormy night.”