Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for April 24, 2018

“I only remember the important stuff.

…Who are you again?"

He really knows where his towel is

I’d throw in the towel if I knew where it was.

I like how the genders are ambiguous. We can all make our own assumptions but at least it wasn’t formulaic or stereotypical like so many situations like this in the comics. Yes, it’s probably the guy who can’t find anything, but maybe not. I’m thinking of 3hourtour when I saw this, but “Hi and Lois have nothing on this couple.”

Wait. Maybe it’s a gay couple. Now we have to guess if the couple is two males or two females. I vote two males, kind of like The Odd Couple (who weren’t gay, that I figured out after watching several episodes.)

They are with the linens and the paper products. But oh wait, you never put on a new roll of any paper product, either.

This is truly me and my wife. Not only I can’t find stuff that’s right under my nose, but if I’ve lost something anywhere she manages to find it in what seems like seconds. Makes me feel like a bloody moron, but I love her for it.

Oh, you have other powers besides that, my dear. But right now I need your homing device superpower.

I wonder if the towel color scheme clashes with that snazzy two tone exterior paint job.

I would have gone with blue.

The towels are right next to the car keys, tv remote, AND your glasses … you idiot!

Over there in the needs-to-folded pile, of course!

She found him.

BTW:

Towel Day will be:

Friday, 25 May 2018 (That’s only 4 weeks and 3 days away!)

http://www.towelday.org

Mr. Towelie: I’m so high right now… I have no idea what’s going on.

My loincloth is my towel.

Finders keepers, losers weepers. Froggies clapping, lamely slapping. Suburban drama, comic queef.

Once lived in a house very like that one. It had only one bathroom, upstairs amidst the bedrooms. There was an upstairs hall closet that could have been a linen closet, but I don’t remember where the towels lived. Of course I was only a kid and not responsible for the towels, nor for the petty arguments, which, like a Good Boy, I respectfully left to the adults, who were so terribly adult-y….