Being Right

I love it when crap lines up like this.

If my mom kept her phone with her, it would also be a lot easier to track her down when she disappears on me, which she does frequently when we’re out shopping together.

Little Friend

Don’t know how that little friend got in there or why.

My mom actually put down a (no kill) mouse trap, but the mouse has not appeared. Hopefully it got out of the car the same way it got in.

Cane

I really have an endless amount of stories about my mom.

It could not have been more of a blind-guy stereotype if he’d been led by a dog.

Widen To Reveal

Things like this happen more than I care to admit.

Seriously I was three feet away.

After The Blizzard

Huh, I’m not actually in this one.

Jasper has not asked to go outside since then.

For reference, this is how deep it was a couple days after the blizzard:

Driving Force

Gee, I can’t imagine why I hate driving.

“What idiot taught you how to drive?”
 
“You.”

Just Give Me Five Minutes

With my mom.

Every. Single. Time.

As Usual

Are all moms like this? I’ve only ever had the one so I can’t be sure.

It would be a lot easier to not tell her I had an appointment if I didn’t need to use her car to get there…

Overtaken

My mom has had some... concerns lately.

Seriously, there’s a ton of them this year. Better than spiders, I guess.

Shouldn’t Have Asked

This is why people don’t ask me questions. You’d think my mom would have learned that by now. She’s lucky I didn’t go back further. Comics have story lines more ridiculous and complicated than soap operas.

What do you mean none of this is necessary for watching the movie? I don’t see how that could possibly be relevant.

An Hour’s Drive

This actually took place on my mom’s birthday, when she wanted to go to this flower shop about sixty miles away that has all these neat plants.

Yes, traveling all that way and getting car sick was totally worth it, thank you.

Betrayal

Another story about my mom.

I know a lot of you were all like, “Why would your mom ever hide a book on your shelf?” I told you my mom was weird! It’s not my fault none of you believed me!

Unobservant

This isn’t the first time my mom has done stuff like this.

It took an embarrassingly long amount of time for me to find it. My mom doesn’t even remember how long ago it was, but definitely months. The worst part? I dusted that bookshelf like a week earlier, and still didn’t notice the book that looks completely different from every other book I have.

Sick

More actual conversations I’ve had with my mom. She… provides a lot of fodder for these stories.

Seriously, her argument for him being sick was that the usually hyperactive cat was walking around at the pace of a normal cat. And for the record, he’s fine.

The Key Point

This always seems to happen.

Still haven’t found those suckers. I pawed through literal garbage looking for them.

Realization

Another actual conversation between me and my mom.

I’ve never actually met someone named Cindy in my life. My mom has, apparently, met many.

Zoom

Not as exhausting as some of my mom’s other projects, but still. What a pain.

She could not figure out why no one could see her in the Zoom meeting. It took me two seconds to discover she had the camera off.

Movie Night

It was better than the last movie my mom picked out, “Burnt Offerings” which had no burning and no offerings.

Ninety percent of it was a woman walking around naked. And somehow that was the least stupid part of the movie.

Some Lessons Are Never Learned

Can’t wait to see how badly this goes wrong.

The couch she’s talking about is the pink one that didn’t come with the hardware to attach the legs.
 
I can’t even.

Somehow The Fourth One

My mom got a new couch, as (so disastrously) moving the last one left an empty spot in another room. She had it delivered and it came in a box where you had to kind of fit the arms into the main part of the couch. That wasn’t too bad. The rest, however…

I’m pretty sure she’s never ordering from Wayfair again. Maybe next month I can make comics about something else.