Crabgrass by Tauhid Bondia for May 19, 2024

Catchy.

Miles: “So anyway, what’s up with no cartoons on Sundays, anyhow!?”

“I didn’t get a harumph outta that guy.”

The worst part? he’s got at least five years til that first cup of coffee,

Solid friend.

He woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

When misery doesn’t love company…it insists on company.

If Miles isn’t feeling good, nobody deserves to feel good.

Good friends can survive bad moods. Sometimes the mood has to shift to the other person first, and then it goes away.

Jeez! What’s with the stinky ’tude, kid? Did someone at the last Pop-Tart this morning?

Misery loving it’s twin, Compromise!

Hmmm, does Miles live in Missouri?

That’s a real pal!

A friend will try to cheer you up. A real friend will join in until the bad mood passes.

misery loves company.

In the late 50s and early 60s, in our tiny town in Oregon, Mrs. Rentovich, and a student who lived on the hill, exchanged ‘pleasantries’, if you could call them that, on the porch of the little mom and pop store, waiting for the school bus. Mrs. Rentovich would say, “Good morning!” to us kids, and Jason Smith would reply, “What’’s good about it?”, to which she would reply: “You’re alive, aren’t you?” Every. Stinking. Morning"!

Good thing their bodies have been switched back again!

I like the “-uh” attached to the hmph in the penultimate panel. I call it the “verbal exclamation point” and it has become very prevalent in daily speech

A cautionary exercise demonstrating how anger builds & is reinforced by more anger; how negative thinking feeds on itself.