See You In A Month, Jim

I have no real comment on this strip.  It's just another boring "fill up two panels with stuff that is completely irrelevant whilst ignoring the more pressing issue of how there is a feral deer living in the apartment" situation. 

However, I find myself thinking about Margo, Lu Ann, Tommie, the fawn and Big Jim staying in one apartment.  Have we ever had conclusive evidence of the layout of 3G?  Do they have three bedrooms?  In Manhattan?!?!  Where does the deer sleep?  Why wouldn't Jim get a room at the Hampton Inn or something and charge that to Harrod's? 

Bad Mother

Ok. Guys. I'm beginning to think that there's something wrong with me. Is it totally normal for a lady to choose to kidnap a wild animal, drive it 350 miles from its home and foster it in her New York City apartment? Because it looks to me that this baby deer has just waltzed into the room mid-conversation, possibly wearing tiny stilts based on her height, and Jim hardly even noticed. Didn't even say something like "Oh, I thought you had a cat...?" or "Americans sure are eccentric!" And then it waltzed out without even a break in the conversation! This is David Lynchian stuff right here.

The only explanation is that Jim is evil and willing to put up with anything to further his schemes. It still doesn't really explain what the end game of the adopt-a-fawn story is, but maybe it will end with a graph-paper wrapped box.

Bad Fiancee

FINALLY, the deer speaks up! Probably has a stomach full of mattress coils. And Jim is... not surprised at all? Have they had long international phone calls on their land lines about how Tommie is a foster doe? Because my reaction to "bleat... bleat..." would be "wwwwwwwhat....! Was that!! Is there a sheep in this apartment??" accompanied by bulging eyes and muscular tension.

P.S. Why is this guy not speaking entirely in stereotypical British slang? Has he said one British thing yet? I mean, why even make him British if he's not going to say things like "blimey" and "dumbledore" all the time?

One Way Ticket to Montpelier

Is Harrod's suddenly offering authentic maple syrup and sharp cheddar cheese?  Is he scouting an advance copy of Bernie Sanders' new book From Syrup to Socialism: The Bernie Sanders Story?  Or does he just have a really big craving for freshly churned Cherry Garcia?   And...I'm out of Vermont jokes.

Hey, you know who would like the rural splendor of Vermont?  The fawn currently trapped in Margo's bedroom who is tunneling into the mattress to relieve her intense claustrophobia.

Drowsy with Happiness

Haha, why that's true, I am late for my plane! I'm such a rake. By the way, is there a reason your apartment smells like a Cockney petting zoo? I specify Cockney because I'm British, you see! Don't forget.

Never Enough

Ah, young love.  The rarely attempted perpendicular angle kiss and pushing your girlfriend from room to room by the shoulders.

I hope you have enough time to help Tommie finish cleaning up fawn excrement because that's what's happening while you guys are romancing.

Not a Chance

I should've seen this coming. We all agree the zombie fad is on its way out, right? Gone the way of the pirate? So of course now is when A3G decides to jump on the bandwagon. And of course Tommie is the only one desperate enough to date a zombie. A British zombie. A British jetsetting zombie. Which, ok, all of this is a little incongruous with zombie lore, but just LOOK at him:

PREDICTION: Tommie nips into the kitchen to get him and snack and Jim eats the deer's brains.

Messy

Yup, she looks a mess, which means "exactly how she looks all the time, except with rubber gloves on." Also, there's a deer in her apartment. Did you notice that?

I sort of hope this is a "Tommie's fiance is a jerk because he just can't understand her need to foster a fawn in her NYC apartment" plotline, because I would be 100% on his side in this. If you met some woman while she was on vacation in a foreign country, fell in love with her, and then realized that in her everyday life she is some kind of crazy deer lady, you'd probably be pretty put off too.

The Man You Can't Live Without

I expected Tommie would need to clean up after the deer, but I didn't think she'd need a duster... Anywho, OH YEAH, THIS DUDE! I already forgot Lord Jimsworth Kenfarthingston's name, but I am shocked, SHOCKED I tell you, to see he looks exactly like every other guy in this strip?? The looks of James Bond and the wardrobe of a Governor. Or reverse those two. Either way.