That Was A Quick Wedding

Am I the only one who's thinking that it's odd that Tommie's mother calls her Tommie?  I mean ostensibly she was involved in choosing her daughter's first name, so she should be partial to her own choice.  Technically, we could call her Tommie, because they have the same last name (or they did until Mackleroy and his silly last name got involved).

And Tommie just jinxed herself.  "Participate in a traditional ritual determination of the next woman to marry?  No need!  Nothing could possibly prevent Viscount Hufflepuff-Wimpleton and I from our troth!"

In Spite

Holy cow, who knew things could move so fast in Apartment 3-G? The priest doesn't even have time to catch up with what's going on! "Uh guys, I usually like to kick things off with a prayer... guys. It can be a short prayer! I uh... -sigh- no that's fine, I'll just... grab a pew and... sit this one out. You two just... marry yourselves, I guess. By the authority vested in me, I now pronounce myself OVER IT. You may do whatever."

And who knew Marty's mom had such tude? She's exhibiting Marty-like levels of tude right here. You go, pink doily wedding dress lady.

CORRECTION: That's Tommie's mom, of course, not Marty's. Thanks, Stickler; I write faster than I think.

No More Regrets!

Maybe I should have dubbed 2014 the "Year of the Extra Tall Turtleneck."    You really want that baby touching the hairline at nape of your neck and knocking on the door of your chin.  Turns out those revealing tops were their pajamas.  They save the skin for the boudoir.

How is Tommie, who hasn't shown up at work in six months, and who immediately upon her return left AGAIN for a long weekend in Pittsburgh the head of the nursing team?  Is it a ceremonial title?

Tommie Unwinds

Now this is funny, I've read this about Tommies before, how their hair fluffs up when they're happy and contracts in times of sadness or fear. Notice how this Tommie's hair has a mushroom-like fullness to it in the first panel. Also, notice how both women are dressed like amateur sleuths.

Heartbreaking

Romantic... or sinister? Seems like Tommie and her mother might be falling for a gender-reversed scheme straight out of the beloved Sigourney Weaver/Jennifer Love Hewitt vehicle Heartbreakers.

The question is, do they have any money? Especially Tommie? Maybe these are very inept con men... Or they assumed that anyone who had the means to traipse around Europe for months on end (could have been days, who really knows) would be a good mark. Get out while you can, boys. Not. worth. the. trouble.

Regardless, even if Tommie is the Jason Lee-type character in this situation, I think we can all agree that there will be no happy ending here.

Thank You, Come Again

Super special Sunday edition! I bring you this not because it's particularly interesting, but because we will probably never see Tommie's mother again and I wanted one more looking at her hair. What the heck is up with that floating bun? It's up, it's down, it's moving all around! Floating bun, I'll miss you. Travel safe, and call me as soon as you get home.

Now! What's next?

Leaving So Soon?

OH WELL, it's been great having you in the strip for all of six days, but we don't want you overstaying your welcome, Mrs. Thompson! Also, we want no details of your visit with your daughter. It was enough for us to see you standing dumbly outside the apartment for a few days, finally seeing your daughter, and then leaving immediately. No need to spend the night, make a weekend of it, maybe prolong Tommie's happiness! Let's get you out of there.

Hug it Out!

Oh Iris, you did have something left up your sleeve! Susan's so excited to finally be visiting the city that she put in her extra tall Bump It! so that the back of her hair had a nice view of all the sights. I wonder why Tommie's Mommie was so reluctant to visit? And yes, it's Tommie's Mommie and I stand by that, Maggie. We shall agree to disagree.

Dream, or Nightmare?

I'm hoping Margo still hasn't had that coffee, because I'd like to see what happens when you throw together Tommie, her equally blah mother, and a rabid Margo. First thing's first though, Tommie has to lunge at, or perhaps fall on, her mother.

Margo vs. the Mother

Oh Margo, you crabby thing you. The interrobang makes it seem like Margo's on edge, but her stone-cold stare in the third panel says, "I'll cut a B... and I won't think twice about it." Mother Susan better hang up before Margo slams her ceramic coffee mug against the table and stabs Susan through the phone with the shards.

Meanwhile, how did Kat and Kitty let Margo keep that nightgown??

Deliberations

So A3G obeys seasons right? I mean when it's Christmastime in the real world, it's Christmas in the strip, at least on that day. Nothing like a trench coat and summer turtleneck in June! It's obviously not too early, as the blue couples are heading out for breakfast after nights spent in deep, tender, blue passion.

Did Tommie and her mommie have some sort of falling out? Why is she dragging her heels on this? She's probably not wearing heels though. I'll bet that she's wearing sturdy, square toed flats to highlight her coquettish figure.

I can't do the magic thought bubble disappearing, so you'll have to use your imaginations. Unless Mags feels like doing it for you.

Mother of Tommie

If you've been paying attention to the strip lately, you have more than an inkling that this is Tommie's mother. She is, as predicted, way dowdy. Presuming she doesn't get distracted by deli food along the way, we should expect Mother of Tommie to arrive at 3-G by mid-July.

And, because I can't help myself with all these thought balloons, here's another strip in the "Thoughtless A3G" series.