Kitchen Sink

Isn't it obvious? The wine. We owe this jolly mood to the wine. She just said it.

Want to Take Her For a Ride?

WHOA!! On Lu Ann's behalf, I'm offended. Preview from Sunday's strip: Paul beats the crap out of Trey for talking smack about his girlfriend.

Mixed Emotions

I'm not sure how I feel. Is it nostalgia, regret, melancholy, grief? Sorrow that the man I used to love is gone forever? Guilt that I must put him behind me? Or is it lust?

Rich Little Poor Boy

It's essential to look prosperous, even if you've sold all your shirts and you're down to your last jacket and scarf that you're forced to wear indoors, day after day, just to cover your bare chest.

Working for Pennies

"You know, I used to work in a sweatshop! So anyway, let's make out."

I guess that's progress!

...a Curator?

Oh ho ho ho. This is rich. Look at Lu Ann's face in the second panel. You can practically feel the beads of sweat forming on her brow. "...a curator? What does a curator do? A what now? Is that what I'm supposed to do? I should know what that is, shouldn't I. Crap. Now I'll never be able to cool his affections with my giant brains!"

Walking After Midnight

I can't help but think Gerard from yesterday's comments is right. I've been fixated on the murder thing. What if we're coming up to a wacky plot about someone stealing Trey's car--with Aunt Iris still in the back seat?? Another possible plot: Margo and Trey's faces meld together permanently. Hijinks ensue.

Uncharted Waters

Gee, Trey, I know driving your date to an unfamiliar, remote location is the latest thing and all, but you're not the only ones in the car. How can you expect Margo to get that queasy feeling of love/panic if Aunt Iris is right there, be it half-conscious? She's going to want more diner food any second now, if she hasn't melted away completely.

What a World, What a World...!

Aunt Iris has been reduced to a pile of hair and a shoulder. Sad. It's tough being a third wheel.

Sleepy Jean

Whoa, Aunt Iris should not be sleeping this much, should she? Here's how I think this conversation would actually go.

Margo: Should we be worried about Iris? She's slept 16 hours today.
Trey: Who cares? My hair is a beret!
Margo: What? You're so handsome I can't understand English anymore.
Trey: Let's smooch.

Reflections

"Suddenly I see Trey in a whole new light--and frankly, it's not flattering. Look at that clod, grinning vapidly into the traffic! He just ran over a squirrel and he didn't even blink! Is this what happens when you grow up in an igloo? I'd consult with Iris, but she's in another time zone in the back seat."

That's My Story

Margo is probably just asking about Trey's life story so he'll ask about hers. "Yeah, igloos, nice. What? So about me! I was a fully developed woman of 16 when I was torn from the thigh of Zeus and put on the earth. High school was a challenge until I devoured my rival Becky Constantino after a particularly contentious cheer-leading practice. I had the typical college experience: binge drinking, showers of blood, charity pancake breakfasts. I was a tri-Delt. After I got my diploma in business, I hitched by way to the Big Apple, initiated a couple of failed start-up ventures, and here I am today!"

Any other ideas on Margo's back story? Love to hear it.

Work with Me

Trey acts like nature is so lucky that it gets to work with him, while at the same time making me feel bad that I don't have natural spring water flowing up the stairs to my apartment.

That House Isn't Going to Power Itself

Look how smug Trey looks. "I've designed the guesthouse to run on its own power. I just couldn't help myself. I'm not trying to be clever--I'm trying to be RESPONSIBLE."

Off the Grid

Sustainable architecture happens to be something I've written and read extensively, and being a LEED Accredited Professional, I can tell you that site selection is a very important aspect of green building. Proximity to existing amenities and public transportation, minimal impact on the natural environment, and reuse of previously developed spaces can really help. Sooooo building in a pristine valley in the middle of nowhere is usually a no-no, but the site is often up to the client. Fascinating, right?

Anyway, I guess what I'm really trying to say is, if you guys could make out or tumble down that hill or do anything but stand around and talk shop, I'd really appreciate that.

Why Not?

Marrrgooooo...! Here's a reason why not: work! Maybe your businesses are failing because you're not spending a lot of time bringing in the customers? Unless this is some elaborate business development scheme and you're hoping to break into the big money, high stakes world of catering ground-breaking ceremonies.

The Crippling Effect of Danishes

Aunt Iris, you have to stop buying pastries by the dozen. Can't you see what it's doing to Margo?? She's aging rapidly! She'll never last through another salvo of elephant ears.

Remix

And now for a new segment I like to call

What This Conversation
Would Sound Like
if I Had It with My Friends

...it's a working title.

For sure it will, Margo. For sure.

That'll Slow Him Down

Good thinking. Lu Ann, next time you sulk around the gallery trying to dream up some new inspiration for a painting (hint: think tulips!), bring your boyfriend in to distract you. People at the gallery actually doing work (Doris, maybe Jack) won't mind that you're hanging out with your BF instead of creating your lasting masterpieces. And when Paul finds out you work for a living, hoo boy, that'll cool his jets, allright! A second income? No. No way. He does not want help paying for that mortgage he just picked up. Nooooo thanks.

Fast Times at 3G

I know, how could Paul think that just because he's in fantasy with Lu Ann, she would be willing to leave behind the golden lampshades of this apartment, the hustle and bustle of her life as an artist, sometimes, when she feels like it?