Back from Sunny Florida!

Hi everyone! It's me, Maggie! I'm back from Gainesville with no tan to show for it. I had a lovely time though. If you're ever in the Florida area and you need an architectural photographer, may I recommend Robert Pepple? He's a gem and a lot of fun to work with, which I think is important because I'm a Millennial. Check out this fork sculpture we made!

Perfectly. Balanced.

I want to give a big thank you to my friend Casey who contributed three fine posts in my absence that either met or excelled my standards for humor and punctuality. Plus she told not even one embarrassing story about me. That's friendship.


But now I'm back and behind schedule, so let's see what's going on with Margo today!

Ooh. We all thought Margo was inheriting big money, but it sounds like all she gets is stuck holding the bag with the Mills Gallery. I don't think it's any secret that the Mills Gallery is pretty much a money pit. Art isn't really a hot commodity in this economy, and the last time the Gallery had an exhibit was almost two years ago. Actually, Margo's been in charge of the Gallery since Eric tromped off to Tibet, so I don't know why she's being so "WHY ME?!" about it, except that now she's financially responsible for all the debt she's racked up over the past year. All those two martini lunches are coming back to haunt her.

Meanwhile, jeez, would you turn around and face your mother when you talk to her! I don't think my mom would talk to the back of my head for this long.

Zzzzzz

That look in the second panel is pretty telling to me. Margo is currently plotting Eric's niece's untimely demise. Not that it'll really help her at all, but she just doesn't like to share.

And why has everything this week been like, white and blue and gray? It's really putting me to sleep. Did the colorist run out of other colors?

Maggie picked a pretty bad week to go on her business trip, because I've been hecka busy this week - yeah Maggie, let's try to make things more convenient for me next time, shall we? ;) But anyway, even though I've only had about 5 minutes to devote to coming up with something to say here and posting it up, it's been fun! Thanks for being gentle, readers! Maggie will be back tomorrow. I hope. Bye!

Brace Yourself, This Is the Greatest Story Ever

I sadly have very little to say about this strip, except that Margo is being a little overdramatic. I mean, if I were Gabriella and Margo came to me and said "Eric's will was read today, mama. Well, that's all. See you later," I think I'd be a little disappointed. So yeah, I'm pretty sure there's more to the story Margo, let's just stop throwing around terms like "brace yourself" willy-nilly - I think she's braced. You could at least say "brace yourself, there's a really cool ending to this story."

Empty Threats

So I know I said I wouldn't update until late, and that I'd basically singlehandedly ruin Maggie's blog. But I guess I'm just an old softy, because I realized that I have magic time jumping capabilities and can actually get tomorrow's comic today *on the west coast* so I figured I might as well update. YOU'RE WELCOME, WORLD.

I really like today's A3G, which is why I'm actually commenting on it instead of doing what I'd planned. Maybe tomorrow, but I'm pretty lazy so who knows? Anyway, I guess the whole Eric's will thing could be pretty emotionally draining, but I still don't buy that Margo had a difficult day. Have we gotten an actual number value on her inheritance? I'd like to think that what she means in the second panel is "YOUR money, power, and connections can't fix everything.... because now I have my own. Also, I'm made of ice so the snow doesn't bother me."

This is kind of off topic, but can we assume Tommie is in the process of throwing herself off a bridge? Fingers crossed.

White Christmas

God, it is white out today! Can't see more than three feet in any direction for the whiteness. Martin, do you think this is the best day to be driving your all white car, with white leather interior and white reflective windows? Maybe he drove that on purpose to sneak up on Margo. It didn't work out so well, with the dialogue devolving into a PSA for not accepting car rides from strangers or your dad. Always set up a password with your parents, kids.

Well guys, it's been fun! I'm off to sunny Florida on a business trip for most of this week, but one of my friends suggested I try installing a guest blogger while I'm out. After all, we can't afford to miss a day of this action-packed plot! My longtime friend and sometimes commentator Casey will be filling in for me while I'm gone. It's her first time blogging so... please be gentle.

Goodbye, Tim

Yes, it's a long drive to Tibet or wherever. Thanks for the offer Tim, but I need to walk... down to Saks Fifth Avenue. This money isn't going to spend itself, and I should really get something for Lu Ann and my maid Tommie. It's the holiday season after all!

Tim seems a little taken aback by Margo's display of affection... he probably hasn't heard very warm things about her from his wife Nora. I'm not sure if it's a genuine hug or if she's trying to dig her hooks into him as deep as she can... she's probably already missing the other 50% of the inheritance.

Dollar Bills, Y'all!

You were silent in the attorney's office, but you're allowed to say it now, Margo: PAYDIRT!! Whoooo! What color turtlenecks do you think she'll buy first??

Also, let us briefly observe what a subtle and nuanced euphamism "left the country" is for death. It's like "went on vacation" for adults.