Monthly Archives: January 2024
Tuesday January 2, 2024
Wednesday January 3, 2024
Lynn's Comments: When I had a puppy, I was so grateful for the daily paper. I often wonder what new pet-parents do now that the news is more likely to be read online!
Thursday January 4, 2024
Friday January 5, 2024
Saturday January 6, 2024
Sunday January 7, 2024
Monday January 8, 2024
Tuesday January 9, 2024
Wednesday January 10, 2024
Thursday January 11, 2024
Friday January 12, 2024
Lynn's Comments: I actually tried making vegetarian meals for a while. I think I lasted a week. The problem wasn't the vegetable diet, but finding enough easy recipes that would please everyone. In the end, we caved and ran out for a greasy chicken dinner—which, at the time, tasted like ambrosia!
Saturday January 13, 2024
Lynn's Comments: Another terrible pun. When a pun came into my head...I couldn't help myself.
Sunday January 14, 2024
Monday January 15, 2024
Lynn's Comments: My mom made cucumber sandwiches. I loved them. It wasn't until I got to school that I found out it was a rather British "dish." If I brought a cucumber sandwich at school...nobody ever asked me to trade.
Tuesday January 16, 2024
Wednesday January 17, 2024
Thursday January 18, 2024
Friday January 19, 2024
Saturday January 20, 2024
Sunday January 21, 2024
Lynn's Comments: I once asked my mother, "When do you know that you've actually grown up?" She said, "Never." This strip was done with her in mind.
Monday January 22, 2024
Tuesday January 23, 2024
Wednesday January 24, 2024
Thursday January 25, 2024
Friday January 26, 2024
Lynn's Comments: This story begins with the true account of a friends' desperate bid to escape from East Germany. He managed to crawl through barbed wire, elude guards, and hide in a frozen trench. He made his way to Canada and I met him at art school. We remain good friends today. So many people have incredible stories. You just have to ask.
Saturday January 27, 2024
Sunday January 28, 2024
Lynn's Comments: When I was training our new puppy, the breeder told me to clap loudly when he was doing something wrong—that he would be shocked by the loud noise and stop. I did this and it seemed to work, as did the use of a water spray bottle. Puppy training was the only thing I knew anything about, so when my son was a toddler, I found myself clapping my hands and shouting, "NO!" the way I'd done with the dog. Somehow this wasn't such a good kid-training method. Since he knew the loud noise came from me, he simply enjoyed the opportunity to see me do it again and again!