Frazz by Jef Mallett for October 25, 2021

No washing that stench out. Burn it!

What kids (and husbands) are willing to wear often differs significantly with what mothers (and wives) are willing to have them wear (especially in public). It is often mainly because of how they perceive it reflects on themselves.

Is there a store anywhere named “Brr World”? I hope so. I like it.

Tuna salad no doubt

I never carry a purse and recently found a nice stash of money in a winter coat. And dog biscuits.

I’d like to know how they missed the smell, as soon as the sandwich started to go bad! Where, under the canopy, do they store their Winter gear, that they didn’t smell it!?!?!? And, what about everything else stored with it???

It was time for a wardrobe tuna anyway.

I think she’s grown a little since last year. Hard to tell.

I misread it as “bra” world, and wondered how the remaining panels could play out in an age appropriate manner. Didn’t realize an error had occurred until the sandwich in the pocket comment.

BRRlington Coat Factory

Hope she gets a synthetic puffy. The ducks and geese would appreciate.

Decades ago my wife and I mentioned an odd smell when we walked into my in-law’s home. This went on for months ‘till we decided to get to the bottom of things. We suspected the smell came from the entrance closet. These people didn’t throw anything away and the Mrs. kept all her plastic grocery bags. Turns out one of them had caught a leak of chicken juice I guess. When we finally got “the bag” the stench was almost visible.

You know? You get the same result if you leave leftover earthworms from a fishing trip. Or at least that’s what my mom said all those years ago.

It can happen. I put on a coat that I hadn’t worn since the previous winter and found a dookie bag in it. Full. I never smelled anything in the closet. Small dog, apparently efficient bags. I removed the bag, washed the coat a few times, good to go. I keep separate dog coats so I can stick the bags in a pocket to keep my hands free. I don’t like the free-flapping tea bag feel on a long walk anyway. I admit, it took me a long time to be able to stick a bag into a pocket, even with a smaller sized dog. But I never wear those coats/jackets any where but on a dog walk.

So about 1964, my mother sewed me a new Easter jacket; a nice bright red, with pockets. When the film was developed, and she looked at the pictures, she was a little alarmed, “why is your jacket pocket all bulged out?”

“Oh yeah, my jelly beans!”

Don’t fill your pockets with jelly beans and leave them there for a week.

A friend and his girlfriend just couldn’t quit each other. They would breakup and then weeks later would be back together. The last go round they made plans to get together during their trips east. She drove him down to the airport and a week later drove his car down and left it for him to pickup in two weeks. The story I heard was that she did get all the trash and garbage cleared out of the house and loaded up for the transfer station. Just never got it dropped off…. Two weeks in the summer heat and they were over once he picked up his car.

Normally the good thing for parents of kids in this strip is that they never grow up, and thus never grow out of their clothes.

Well, that and the fact that nothing from 12 months ago fits a growing eight year old. (well, apart from the ones stuck in perpetual comic limbo…)

I once left a school lunch Christmas cookie in my coat and when I discovered it the following fall, it was still edible. Those midwestern lunch ladies bake a mean cookie — will stand right in there with Twinkies in a global apocalypse, might even taste better.

Bleah!!