For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for March 08, 2018

Methinks that according to this alibi, Elizabeth closed her eyes in fear while being robbed of the milk.

And telling the TRUTH would’ve been better: “I tripped.”

And telling the TRUTH would’ve been better: “I tripped.”

This is a tactical error on Elizabeth’s part. It’s the girls at Elizabeth’s school that are incredibly mean, not the boys. The girls don’t like her and Elizabeth has told Elly about this on two prior occasions. If Elizabeth said that two girls from her school had ambushed her and broken her milk, then she would have a credible story.

ELIZABETH IS DIGGING HERSELF IN DEEPER.

Apropos to nothing except “honesty is the best policy”: One day when I was in junior high, my mother let me borrow an ankle bracelet that my father had given her for their 9th anniversary. I had always loved it and promised that I would take good care of it. I had to take it off for gym (stupid uniforms); after gym, when I changed back to my clothes, the bracelet was nowhere to be found! I knew exactly where I left it – in my locker – but it wasn’t there. I suspect someone took it when my back was turned. I was heartbroken and afraid to tell my mother…but tell her, I did. While she was upset that it was lost, she thanked me for being honest with her. Later I found one in a store that looked (a little) like it & got it for her. (Sorry for the digression, but my mom is in hospice & I’m feeling nostalgic.)

As a kid I was one of the worst liars in the world! I could not lie and get away with anything! The only advice I can ever have for Elizabeth is to just tell Mom the truth.

“Calling liars unimaginative is incorrect. For someone who lies must invent twenty more to maintain one.” -Alexander Pope

Do not lie. Your first name is Elizabeth, but your last name is not Warren.

When I was maybe 10 years old my mother sent me to the local store to get some dips of ice cream (obviously this was in the 1940s)and on the way I had the quarter in my mouth for whatever reason and accidentally swallowed it. I was scared to tell my mother because of the loss of the quarter however she was more excited about what it might do to me than the quarter. I had no ill effects but I know I’m at least worth a quarter.

When I was maybe 10 years old my mother sent me to the local store to get some dips of ice cream (obviously this was in the 1940s)and on the way I had the quarter in my mouth for whatever reason and accidentally swallowed it. I was scared to tell my mother because of the loss of the quarter however she was more excited about what it might do to me than the quarter. I had no ill effects but I know I’m at least worth a quarter.

If she gets away with it; Her house becomes " Home of the Whopper"

Actually that was pretty quick thinking on Elizabeth’s part!

Note for HowTheDuck: I came across a blog apparently written by Howard Bunt. It is a multi-part review of Lynn’s book “The Comic Art of Lynn Johnston” I am telling you this because he is writing it under the pseudonym “howtheduck”. I thought for a while it might be you until I realized it was a man “speaking” and later I saw his name in the text.

So then how do you know they were 2 big guys if your eyes were shut?

Oh, come on Liz – even Pinocchio had a better story than that! (My dad used to raise hogs, and as a result we were targeted by a number of hog feed salesmen – with extraordinary claims about their products. We noted that one in particular would tell a lie even if the truth would fit better!)

Man, she’s a good liar! I almost believe her, and I was there!

Hillary, are you reading this….