Gloat Bloat

Maybe I'm just tired but that first panel made my brain fart. It almost doesn't match what's being said in the last panel.

Gladys already agreed that Brutus doesn't gloat. She can't take that back now!

Bad Bed

You have to break it in first. It doesn't just conform to your body after one night. I had a memory foam mattress for nearly ten years and it wasn't great. Then we got a pillow top mattress which was just the worst thing ever. We've had a new mattress for a few months now and it's been really good.

What are we talking about? Oh, yeah. Uncle Ted should take that crappy mattress back. Hopefully it's still under warranty or whatever and he can get his money back.

Dinner Again

I'm just going to copy and paste my remarks from Saturday.

Ignoring the time of day you might be reading this, what's the funnier scenario that dinner is "still thawing"? Is Gladys just making a TV dinner? Or is dinner just a few minutes away and her special surprise is still frozen?

I'm Sick of Brutus' 'Woe Is Me' Attitude

Brutus has been sick all week so I don't know what could've possibly went wrong. Anyway, I've been reading this comic strip a very long time and I don't think I notice Brutus going through anything more than your average person. We all have those days, those weeks, those months, or even those years sometimes.

Dinner Plans

Most people read newspapers in the morning while eating breakfast or shortly after arriving at work. If you just read the comics, those are available all day and you can read them at your leisure. This comic takes a different view if you read it in the morning ("It's 8 o'clock in the morning. Why do you care what's for dinner this early in the morning, you poor man's Billy Keane?") than in the evening ("It is almost dinner time. I wonder what I'm having for dinner.").

But I think we can all agree that Brutus is not the chef in this scenario. He's more like a waiter because he's bringing the food to you.

Why Are They Just Staring At Brutus As He Walks By?

I was not expecting a three-part storyline. I wonder if Brutus is going to the doctor today or if he just decided, like everybody else would, that he's just sick and can deal with that himself.

That robe probably doesn't smell pleasant anymore.

Sick Day

Luckily Brutus has a doctor appointment tomorrow so he can get a note from the doctor excusing his work absences as required by the Veeblefester Tea Cozy Company Contract Updated Volume 41 (revised 2020), Section 4, Subsection C, Number 5.

Don't be like Brutus spreading your gross germs around to everyone. Go get your vaccine to stop the spread of not just regular COVID but that delta variant and that delta variant variant. Y'all yelled about herd immunity last summer, well, herd immunity doesn't work unless at least 75% of the population get sick or get vaccinated. Quit arguing and/or whining like a baby and get vaccinated.

Everything Hurts and He's Dying

Brutus should be happy he got an appointment in the same week. Aren't most doctors booked out at least three months? Maybe Brutus' doctor isn't very good. Or maybe my doctor is overly popular.

Aches and Pains

Oh, good, the handful of pills you take at the beginning and end of the day are starting to work. I guess I won't call and double your life insurance...yet.

This Is a Rude Conversation

I can't believe Wilberforce is nine-years-old and hasn't been talked to about discussing people's weight. Maybe you can write off this discussion as a "from the mouths of babes" thing but, again, at nine, Wilberforce should know how pregnancy works.