Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for June 10, 2015

I get by with a little help from my friends associate.

Janis is in touch with her inner preschool teacher.

Something unnatural about that last frame — no bloody knuckles!

Oh, Arlo, no, not you!….

Ow – Arlo’s ego just died a thousand deaths!

Nice grawlix!

Arlo has his own cheering squad.

Smart a$$ wives.

How old is that pipe, anyway? They’ve been using PVC for eons.

Arlo in the bathroom with the lead pipe!

In my experience, plumbing, more than any other job, inspires imprecations of a foul nature.

My ex-boyfriend was like that. He’d ask for help, I’d tell him something and he’d resent it. Probably because I was right.

Good she got that promotion!

Is that Farsi in the second panel?

It’s odd that there are so many recreational woodworkers out there, but so few people who do recreational plumbing. I can think of only sculptors who make fountains, and homebrewers who build their own equipment. Even then, it is just a means to an end, instead of a process to be enjoyed for itself. Currently I am puzzling out the fittings and connections needed to convert a utility pump into a keg and carboy cleaner.

Sometimes when you are jammed under a sink with your head turned nearly 180 degrees around it’s easy to confuse rightie and leftie. I’m keying this in while looking at the back of my right hand which has two ugly black and blue marks on it which I acquired last Sunday in the process of replacing the fill valve in one of our home’s toilets which was close to a side wall with minimal space to work in. Thank G_d hardware stores are open on Sundays now which obsoletes the old “Don’t ever start a plumbing job on a Sunday” mantra. I had to run out and buy a flexible feed line to make things fit. Alls well that ended well.

Payback is a B****. It was just last Sunday that Arlo was giving Janice unwanted advice on how to paint a piece of furniture.

You asked for it, Arlo. Be a man and live with it…

My Dad worked for HOURS on their dryer. He was getting really frustrated. My Mom came over to see hoe he was doing, pulled a bobby pin out of her hair, bent it…fiddled with something (my Dad STILL doesn’t know what!) and it’s worked fine ever since. It makes for a great family story!

How…now hoe….that would be in the garden.

Good for Arlo!….Unless the pipe broke…. 8^(

I hate it when I get my loosies and my tighties confused.

Well, that’s what Janis is there for. That’s the kind of thing he told her to do.