Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for October 01, 2024

Me, too, Todd. Me, too.

Dangnit toddling hot toddies anyway!    Even as a toddler, Todd was never a morning person

Mabel, his wife, gave up on him long ago.

The fact that old lady Tomskinski is pointing a 357 Magnam at him has a lot to do with it.

He let Skipper out unsupervised and her Gladiolus won’t ever be the same again.

One of the buttons on his jacket popped off, ricocheted off his briefcase and hit him in the head. If that’s not an omen …

Good idea, get it out of the way.

Entirely appropriate, Todd. That suit’s a disaster.

Good morning Balladeers!

Well, who can blame him? What with the Scooter, Mrs. Higgenpooder, and those Jehovah’s Witnesses gauntlet to negotiate…

Hand over the Prince Albert and no one gets hurt.

That morning stretch… is really hard on buttons.

Todd does pretty much the same thing when he senses victory.

Todd discovers his manhood has suddenly rejected after all the notion of spending an instant longer in the “underwear sling” Marjorie fell for, out of that idiot Sky Mall catalog.

Get up, turn it over, see what the day brings you.

I surrender every day before I get out of bed. Makes the day go smoother.

Maybe he is doing one final stretch before he heads out to join the others in the “rat race” we call life!

On the ground, is that the safety pin he uses to clean his pipe?

mus’ be a bad ’hood!

Been there. Done that.

Good thinking, Todd. It’s important to know when to give up.

I would just go back to bed Todd.