Lynn's Comments: Once again--a true-to-life bit of stupidity became a Sunday strip. It was one of those things that made me say to myself, "What was I thinking? I KNEW that would happen!" Because these events made such good material, I was almost HAPPY to have done something silly! When I could use a situation, make fun of it, exaggerate it, draw all of the expressions, delve into the body language--I was grateful! Knowing this, my kids would try to diminish a situation by saying, "Hey, you can use that in the strip!" Using the strip as an outlet was convenient. I didn't need a therapist; I just poured my thoughts into the ether and waited for the results to come back. Always, there was someone out there who felt the same way I did, someone had had the same experience exactly and could identify. Their letters were wonderful. There's nothing more comforting than knowing you're not alone!
Lynn's Comments: Some Sunday strips were so true, they were painful. This was me. This was my husband. He did try to help, but I actually prevented him from doing so. In drawing this strip, I hoped other wives would see themselves. I think some did!
Lynn's Comments: This happened. Of course it did. It's happened to everyone, right? The thing I didn't tell you about here was that I slipped in the soap, dislocated my knee, and had to be taken away in an ambulance. I was in my nightgown at the time, and the thing I was upset about most was that I had no underwear on. I wasn't going to be picked up by a couple of men and deposited on a stretcher if I wasn't wearing underwear! My daughter had to help me, howling and growling, into my stuff before the ambulance came. In the hospital, the doc checked out the dislocated kneecap then popped it back into position with one quick slap of his hand. Nothing to it. Still, it took an entire morning--upsetting all of us and humiliating yours truly...all because someone put the wrong soap in the dishwasher!
Lynn's Comments: Yup...really happened.