Amanda the Great by Amanda El-Dweek for February 24, 2021

I wouldn’t say “brightest”…I would say “laziest.”

Own it, and never explain.

Being the brightest never did much for anyone. I wouldn’t worry about it.

Pretend that I found a clip on YouTube from The Mary Tyler Moore Show of Lou Grant stapling his French cuffs, because he couldn’t find the cufflinks.

Tell everyone its a fashion statement! :)

My great-grandmother used to say, that mending was a sign of premeditated poverty. If she had a run in her stocking, and someone commented, her response was ‘Oh, dear’. Of course it had been there a long time and she kept wearing it and responding the same way each time.

This is totally OT . . . well, not totally, but it is not pertinent to today’s comic. I have been reading your comics from the start (including Comics Sherpa). A month or so ago, I read Jan 2, 2019. Just this morning I was thinking, I remember reading a comic where someone commented that Ina Garten didn’t like cilantro either (but I couldn’t remember which comic it was). Then this morning I was trying to remember where I had left off on your comics and saw that Jan 2, 2019, comic. The light dawned! Just wanted to mention that I HATE CILANTRO!!! Thank you.

Not lazy, just not overly energetic.

I think I was in 7th grade when my mom taught me to sew on buttons. She’d had enough.

This is a good reason for Dan to buy you a new coat.

On the floor of your car?!? – You lost it alright.

I’m old, I admit it. Grew up in the rural South. Back then, a girl learned to cook, sew, clean house, do laundry, and tend the kids, and we started EARLY.

Then again, my mom made sure my brother learned all that, too (not that it took…).

So, just sayin’ – sewing on a button is a 5 minute job, tops. If you haven’t lost the button. If you can find your needle. If you have the right color of thread. If you haven’t lost your thimble – AGAIN.

Trust me, you will need the thimble.

Amanda, your way was faster, probably cheaper, and worked perfectly well. And you didn’t need a huge jar of buttons to find one that matched!

“Button, button…who’s got the button?”