When I was hospitalized after the birth of our first child, my best friend brought me a special teddy bear because she thought it looked like my husband, and she knew I missed him. I still sleep with it when he’s away on business trips.
Hrm. The only times I read the end of a book out of order are
a) If it’s been a dreadful read so far, and I want to see if it’s worth finishing or
b) If it’s so exciting, and I’m so engaged in the fates of the characters that I need to know they all make it out alive or
c) There are children in deadly danger, because I don’t deal well at all with children in deadly danger (or as one murder mystery called it, “kidjeop”.
That being said, this is too funny, and I must remember to check this comic out in future.
Talk about praising with faint damns… Poor Lemont.