The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for December 28, 2017

Well, it is winter. So he must have a cold front.

Hail… at my age that’ snow joke.

I’m good for about 6 hours then I have to get up and go.

When they drank, their relationship was stormy at best. The next morning they won’t have the foggiest idea of who said what.

I’ll bet they save all their phone and computer data on the cloud!

Better than having a wet blanket.

The joints are getting stiffer too – I’m not as nimbus as I once was.

I’m feeling’ fine on cloud nine.

You think its going to pour but its just a little sprinkle.

I’m lost in the ozone again.

Sorry for the screaming-I was passing a hail stone.

He’s getting old. Soon, be won’t be able to develop vertically without help.

I’m sure there’s a silver lining in this…. somewhere.

That was back when we were in Arizona.

At least he isn’t foggy

“I hope I don’t hear thunder in there!”

Lot of punny comments today. hehe

This cartoon is all wet.