Chapter 12, Page 11 Can't win.

I really thought I could get by without a license at this point. No. I wanted, almost needed, to get by without a license. I was willing to jump through all sorts of hoops if it meant not being behind the wheel of a car ever again.

That would have been so much easier fifty years ago.

Chapter 9, Page 18 Does he walk?

That's a very good question. He never really did walk. He went straight to running. A lot.

The best part of Grandpa's house is that the rooms are interconnected. So Peter can run round and round and round and...

I sympathize a lot here, but also realize that nothing comes of wishing change wouldn't happen. After all, if there was no change, we'd be up to our hips in trilobites.

As cool, and creepy, as that would be.

Chapter 7, Page 29 Clothing options.

Also, back then they were called brassieres and were huge, exquisitely uncomfortable looking things.

There are days I really feel for Mom.

Chapter 7, Page 26 Compensated flattery

Yes, it's true, Mary honestly has no idea what she could have done to earn nearly two dollars in loose change.

Oh, and Grandma's birthday really is April Fool's Day. I can just imagine the jokes at the maternity ward.

Chapter 7, Page 1 Never the same

Wednesday's comic will be light-hearted to make up for this episode! I promise!

This was actually supposed to be spread out a bit more between the end of Chapter 6 and the start of Chapter 7. But as various things conspired against that happening here's the end result. I hope it isn't too terribly wordy.

Chapter 4, Page 27 A Request

Nothing against Grandma, but that one incident was kinda annoying. Never did figure out why she rearranged the kitchen. (Can't really ask now.)

Wonder what Mom thought Mary had in mind?

Great, now I'm hungry.

Chapter 3, Page 41 The Dreaded Flashback

Flashbacks are really tricky, but this story was too good to pass up. Really, even though Grandpa is running a business out of his home it's still primarily a home. What kind of idiot would antagonize a good business man?

Not that he's rich or anything (he's definitely not). What I'm getting at is that this is a prime example of a bureaucracy having a 'shazam' moment.

(Off topic, but I really hate the word bureaucracy. I can never get it spelled right and when I try to use the spell checker it never shows up.)

Chapter 3, Page 40 Marbles

Item one: Mary really shouldn't yell across the house like that. She's in the second floor 'attic' (really a spare room used for storage) while Mom and Dad are in the dining room.

Item two: Did she really think through what she just said? Possibly, but it's hard to say. Jokes tend to come to mind and leak out her mouth without her really being aware of what happened. (That happens a lot, and not just with jokes.)

Still, the whole marble thing was way too good to pass up. Mom seems to think so, too.

Chapter 3, Page 36 Scooter

I'm amazed no one woke up after this.

Just to note, this is at Mary's paternal grandparent's. The trips there are very short, so the next strip will have Mary and company back at home.

I just really, really wanted to show this. There's nothing quite like discovering huge glowing eyes staring at you just before getting beaned by a streak of tabby.

I had no idea cats could move so fast. 0.0