frying pan: Browse The Strips
Friday, October 28, 1983
Saturday, October 29, 1983
Sunday, March 18, 1984
Thursday, July 5, 1984
Wednesday, August 1, 1984
Tuesday, February 4, 1986
Monday, July 8, 1991
Sunday, August 6, 2000
Wednesday, February 6, 2002
Monday, August 13, 2007
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Friday, October 26, 2012
Lynn's Comments: As I imagined this scenario, it occurred to me that the women I hung out with were all pretty strong willed and assertive. One of us would certainly have gone out to confront the delinquent outside, and she would have been armed!
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Lynn's Comments: Once again, my husband complained that I had made "John" look like an idiot. He wished that I'd make him the hero once in a while, which I thought I did! It's just that comedy requires somebody to be the fall guy, and, unfortunately, John was an easy target.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Lynn's Comments: This is another strip that brought in the mail. "Never get sick on a weekend" could have been the title of a book as stories of interrupted sleep, well-meaning remedies, and all the things a mom still has to attend to despite fever and chills, came rolling in. No matter what I was going through, the letters I received told me I was far from alone!
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Lynn's Comments: The thing Aaron liked about my brother's smoking was that he got to blow out the matches.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Lynn's Comments: Actually, Aaron took a bite of the fish, and after seeing his expression, Mom made him a hot dog.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Lynn's Comments: I once saw my mother-in-law flapping her apron at the top of the basement stairs. I asked her what in the world she was doing, and she explained that the menfolk were in the middle of a project down there and she wanted them to come up for dinner. She was wafting the smell of roast beef, mash, and gravy down into the basement. It worked!
Monday July 6, 2020
Lynn's Comments: Aunt Margaret's assortment of regular customers would arrive every day. It was a social hub. These regulars would spend their time playing pool or sitting in the coffee shop. It was my job to make and serve them breakfast or burgers and fries. If they ever took a good look at the griddle we used, they might not have swallowed their lunch.