FoxTrot Classics by Bill Amend for February 14, 2009

Roger, not a real good choice…

I can see where Roger is slepping tonight.

The YMCA, is my guess …

What’s wrong with practicality?

I think that I’ve said this before, but my wife’s ex gave her a broom for Valentine’s Day. I like the day myself. I bought a beautiful bunch of roses, which I presented to her yesterday. Today she gets a gift she actually wants and I will first serve kumamoto oysters on the half shell than mussels served with tomatoes and feta, french bread which I will make today and a desert of saute plums served in a port sauce with bittersweet chocolate strips. I try to show her how much I love her everyday, but Valentines reminds me that I sometimes forget and need to remember what attracted me to he in the first place.

it could have been worse like a chocolate fish.

Just gave my wife her Valentine card and wedged it into the bristles of a ribbon wrapped broom. I told her that I wanted to sweep her off her feet.

Is an extension cord better or worse than a new spatula?

If you can cook like that, how about getting a divorce and marrying me?!

My husband bought me a new mp3 player for valentines. I love that better then chocolate or cards any day. He always knows what I want. Of course I got him a Fender guitar for this day. We are happy campers. Hope everyone else has as good a day.

So turning down the heat all winter, giving them gross food, and the obsession with Titanic, all because he fails to give her a good Valentines day, Mother’s day, and Christmas gift.

cleokaya says:

I think that I’ve said this before, but my wife’s ex gave her a broom for Valentine’s Day. I like the day myself. I bought a beautiful bunch of roses, which I presented to her yesterday. Today she gets a gift she actually wants and I will first serve kumamoto oysters on the half shell than mussels served with tomatoes and feta, french bread which I will make today and a desert of saute plums served in a port sauce with bittersweet chocolate strips. I try to show her how much I love her everyday, but Valentines reminds me that I sometimes forget and need to remember what attracted me to he in the first place.

~Can I come to your house for dinner?

What place is that, barefoot and pregnant? It’s the 21st century, dude. Catch up!

margueritem, you are always welcome at our house.

One thing I’ve noticed about so many of the comic strips I read is that the men are total bozos.