Garfield by Jim Davis for January 20, 2023

Instead they’ll be going out to eat! Oh the horror! For Jon at least.

Aw darn – can we at least fold the laundry?!?

what’s so exciting about folding socks, Jon?

Define “exciting”, Liz.

The most exciting thing for Liz to do, is a lobotmy on Jon.

maybe you crazy kids could defrost the freezer

Sorting socks … fresh out of the dryer … in winter … can be shocking (because of the static).

I’m actually pretty surprised Jon doesn’t consider sorting socks an exciting activity

Maybe you could really live dangerously and pick the lint off the floor.

You mean she doesn’t like to sort socks? Would she like to pay touch it wimp with an electric fence?

I hope that Garfield is being sarcastic.

Oh! The horror!

I didn’t know that Garfield liked to sort socks.

Quick Garfield, she said “something exciting” what do I do now?

Maybe instead of sock-sorting, play some speed chess.

I didn’t know President Clinton’s cat needed sorting.

Garfield should be happy he doesn’t have to sort socks.

whelp time to categorize the closet (This time they’ll be sorting the colors in alphabetical order.) ;)

By the looks of Jon’s face in panel 3, it seems like he actually wanted to sort out socks

Jon- the boy with no testosterone.

All my socks are white tube socks. No sorting needed…

I wonder what it was that Liz suggested over sorting socks?

Please Jon. Don’t put on your petunia suit, get your accordion, to sing and dance for Liz…

Snow sledding, that’s the ticket. But, with Jon, sledding could be a near death experience.

how many times a week does a MAN SORT HIS OWN SOCKS?! …wait nevermind that question Jon isn’t a man…

All my socks (when I’m not wearing them) I keep attached in pairs with safety pins, even during washing and drying. I never need to sort socks.

At least ’ spin the bottle ’!

Volcano Bungee-jumping in a Hurricane?

But it’s National Sock Sorting Day!

Jon, Jon, Jon — what are we going to do with you?

As for sock sorting, I never do. My socks go into a lingerie bag, so when they’re washed they (a) don’t get mixed up with my wife’s and (b) never disappear into the Twilight Zone (aka the clothes dryer). And virtually all of them are identical, so no sorting required — I just pair them up.

Hahahahaha!

Exciting? Sounds like you’re not invited, Jon.