Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for October 03, 2021

Either he is having a high fats diet heart attack with left arm pain or his hand got whacked with a spoon.

You also don’t give then try to take back.

Lucky for Arlo is wasn’t fork food.

It’s Arlo’s job to watch your weight, Janis – not yours!

Sure feels like Mr. Johnson has been peeking again.

ARRGH!

I’m sure that strip is autobio-graphic, Jimmy. It would be if I had the talent to draw and write.

Are you planning to pen your memoirs?

As always Arlo, being the man, no matter what you do, or what option you take, you’re wrong.

Spoon smack. Sore.

Perhaps he’s lucky to still have his hand.

Don’t touch my ice cream! 8^ )

I scream, we all scream, and you’ll scream extra loud if you touch my ice cream.

And now, she can blame her weight gain on him! All’s right with the Arlo and Janis World…

Well, at least Janis is learning to appreciate some of Arlo’s gestures!

Why, oh why, has nobody published the definitive book of “Things only Men or Women Are Allowed to Do”?

Oh that was a spoon-whack. I’ve been the victim of many such when trying to trade ice cream!

Don’t get between a woman and her ice cream if you know what’s good for you…..

I always get my own ice cream. I can get exactly the amount I want.

Around my house, it does not matter. If I give my wife the larger portion, half way through she a look says, “I can’t eat all this, you gave me too much. I as much or more that if I took the larger portion.

No good deed going unpunished, there!

Arlo, she’s trying to kill you…

“Methinks the lady doth ‘protect’ too much.”

Don’t mess with my ice cream.

The safe way is to have one person scoop it and the other person take first choice.

On Friday, I heard a radio commentator claim a link exists between an extreme love (nearly a need) of ice cream and dementia.

To my fellow commentors: Is anyone else that goes on Comicskingdom having problems read the comics on Sunday. It won’t let me read any comics unless I sign up for premium package and when I try to sign in it tells me that my email and password are wrong and when I click link for them to send me email to select new password I never get the email.

Old family saying (well, we have been married over 40 years) – when husband serves ice cream much will end up on the floor or it will be melting or both.