For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston

For Better or For Worse

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  1. TEMPLO S.U.D.

    TEMPLO S.U.D. said, over 3 years ago

    How about fetch the sponge mop and a bucket of suddy water?

  2. Jim in CT

    Jim in CT said, over 3 years ago

    Never say “go away.” Every minute with your child is gold you can never reclaim.

  3. swami mommy

    swami mommy said, over 3 years ago

    At his age, Mike knows what will happen when you shake a beer or soda.

  4. Gweedo - It's legal here !!! -  Murray

    Gweedo - It's legal here !!! - Murray GoComics PRO Member said, over 3 years ago

    Yes !  Be kind enough to fetch my belt, boy.

  5. Night-Gaunt49

    Night-Gaunt49 GoComics PRO Member said, over 3 years ago

    Kid is bored give him something to do like figure out how an air conditioner works—-read an encyclopedia.

  6. onetrack0246

    onetrack0246 said, over 3 years ago

    Have been tempted so many times to do just that w/hubby, but of course I’d have to clean it up. So have the grandkids

  7. Night-Gaunt49

    Night-Gaunt49 GoComics PRO Member said, over 3 years ago

    Lynn’s Notes:
    This scenario comes from my childhood. We never had pop or beer in our fridge – it was just too expensive. When my friends and I were old enough to go to the corner store on our own, we’d spend our allowance on a coveted bottle of Coke or Orange Crush or my absolute fave; cream soda – and we’d savour every drop.

    (One day, my friend Marian and I decided to buy one bottle of cream soda and a bag of penny candy and split them both. We rode our bikes back to my place, poured half the pop into a small, clean plastic detergent bottle, and drank the rest. It was a warm day so we decided to ride up to Lynn Valley Canyon and have a picnic. It took awhile to get there and by the time we arrived, we were hot and dry, and keen to take out the pop and candy. We leaned our bikes against a post and retrieved the stuff from the basket on my bike. Despite the heat, the candy was un-melted, but the once flat-sided detergent bottle was absolutely round.

    With all the caution and forethought that young kids are known for, I twisted the cap as I raised the bottle to my mouth. The cap blew off hitting me in the forehead as a paint-peeling blast of cream soda smacked hard between my eyes. It was in my hair and up my nose. I was covered with it. The foam seemed to come out of the bottle for ages, and when it died down, there was still a bit of liquid in the bottom, which I gave to Marian. After all, we were supposed to share. We left our bikes, opened the candy, and walked across the swinging bridge. My clothes were already gluing themselves to my chest. I could feel the stickiness pulling at the skin on my neck. Everything smelled of sickly sweet cream soda. My hair was full of it. … My mom would KILL me!

    At the end of the path on the far side of the canyon, was a deep pool where the water fell from an outcrop above. We called the pool ,“Thirty Foot.” It was the openly secret swimmin’ hole for every kid on the North Shore, and by today’s standards, would have been considered too dangerous and cordoned off. I hadn’t planned to go swimming, but by the time I’d hiked down to Thirty Foot, I was miserable. I didn’t think twice. I went to the edge of the pool and jumped in.

    I think that’s the first time I ever went swimming with all my clothes on. I was wearing shoes, socks, shorts – everything – and it felt wonderful! Marian decided to jump in, too, but took her shoes off first. Smart move. With other kids arriving to cool off, we couldn’t strip to let our clothing dry so the wet walk back to the suspension bridge made us filthy, and soggy shoes made for an even more uncomfortable ride home.

    I remember everything about that day – especially the bomb in the bottle. I never yearned for a cream soda after that, and any fully clothed plunge now has to be near a change room. In wanting to show pop at its most powerful, I decided to create a Sunday strip rather than tell my soda story. It would have taken far too long!

  8. Tog

    Tog said, over 3 years ago

    Some years back, I went off on break with some of the other nurses on the ward to the cafeteria. I bought a coke which I promptly dropped. I picked it up an let it stand for a while to settle. We sat down and Sandra was having a salad from a Tupperware box. She somehow managed to lose control of it sending mayonnaise covered salad all over the place. Just seconds later I decided to try opening the bottle of coke and it promptly exploded foaming liquid over the remainer of the area we were sitting in. The looks from the cafeteria staff spoke volumes and the place looked like a disaster area. We stayed away from the cafeteria for a while. To this day they remember the day the Emergency Assessment Unit staff trashed the place.

  9. sjsczurek

    sjsczurek said, over 3 years ago

    Tell him there’s a quater hidden in a bureau drawer. That will keep him busy for the rest of the day.

  10. loves raising duncan

    loves raising duncan said, over 3 years ago

    Remember John, YOU ASKED FOR IT!

  11. pumaman

    pumaman said, over 3 years ago

    Looks like a Labatts Blue.

  12. athomas917

    athomas917 said, over 3 years ago

    Sure is a lot of beer in that fridge. John might need to check into AA soon.

  13. Poollady

    Poollady said, over 3 years ago

    Last night I was putting a can of (warm) soda in the fridge, accidently dropped it and ……………….guess what happened? LOL

  14. fbjsr

    fbjsr said, over 3 years ago


    The compressor compress’s low temp, low pressure gas into high temp, high pressure gas, it goes the condensor were it is condensed into high temp, high pressure liquid then it travels to the expansion valve were it becomes low pressure, low temp liquid moves into the evaporator were it boils off and becomes low temp, low pressure gas and then goes back to the compressor.

  15. lightenup

    lightenup said, over 3 years ago


    That was a good story!

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