For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for November 07, 2024

Here, have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I wonder what my wife is planning for Thanksgiving dinner.

To bad Garfield® is NOT around!!!

;-)

Then give it to Edgar; he’s right under the table.

I know how she feels. When I was four my mother and Aunt left the husbands home and took me to visit a very wealth relative. They served us corned beef hash. ( The butler served it) I loudly announced that I hated corned beef hash. My mother must have been so embarrassed.

EVERY kid likes lasagna. (Well, ok, some people put things in lasagna a kid might not like…)

go home or starve.

From Lynn’s Comments: I once invited a little friend for dinner—without first asking my mom. Mom was a generous person so I couldn’t understand why she was angry with me. I had no idea that we couldn’t afford to share the 4 pork chops she’d planned to cook, so she made was a “stew” out of them. I never did that again.

Took me until my fifties to develop a taste for lasagna.

Can we move onto something else besides “Cousin Oliver“?