Cathy Classics by Cathy Guisewite for January 24, 1992
January 18, 1992
January 30, 1992
Transcript:
Cathy: Red nose...bags under the eyes...greasy hair..blotchy skin..cracked lips.. I can't move...can't breathe...can't focus...can't think... Mom: Irving called and said he's stopping by for a few minutes, Cathy. Cathy: Aaack!! Poof puff puff puff dab How ironic that beauty is always the frist to go, but vanity is always the last to leave.
