Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for August 02, 2007
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Mom: Who could have predicted such a muddle, Mike? For years, I was just the widow Doonesbury, farm-house shut-in. But then things picked up. Remember Jed, the gas man? He started showing up at my screen door asking if I needed anything toted or painted or such... then Vernon Littlefield came by with tomatoes. I was off to the races. I haven't lacked for company since! Mike: Any theories? Woman: My new pale blue contacts. Men just get lost in them.