What about the holes you dig with your mouth? 8^ )
The forget me nots forbid Janis doing just that!
Could it be they’re both wearing the same tops?
Oh, bury me in the loam prairie.
I will be cremated upon my death. If I am still living in current house the ashes go , half to compost heap, half to vegetable garden
We’ve both donated our bodies to the Anatomy Board. They come pick up the body, use it in medical schools for one term, and then return the aches to the family. It’s all taken care of, AND it’s free!
We have a small plot at our church waiting for us.
besides the one you dug yourself?
A long-sleeve turtleneck in summer? Is Arlo on a Steve Jobs kick?
Is Arlo looking to bury something else?
Some days, I can overdo it by standing up.
That leaves composting.
Are Janis and Arlo retired now? Or is everyday a weekend?
My wife plants and waters. I harvest, can, and dehydrate.
“How many people live because you don’t want to bother with digging the hole involved?”
Actually, I think the original ends more like “….don’t want to go to prison.” I tend to put it in the form of “….don’t want to spring for a lawyer.”
OK, this one had me laughing out loud. I feel as if someone has been spying on our home.
Sometimes we speak before we think… Been there…
Looking at the artificial reef option for ashes.
Arlo, sounds like a warm bath, massage, and glass of wine for Janis would be greatly appreciated.
That’s the problem with being old – the ‘bank’ of energy reserves is overdrawn and there’s nothing to draw upon after a strenuous day of laboring.
I planted 2 shade loving perennial ferns in my back yard forest. Scraped up the leaves I didn’t rake last year to use as mulch. No need to do any more yard work than that. My forest is 20’ deep and 14’ wide.
As we get older the mind refuses to believe it. The body knows better. The mind says, “Sure, I can do that.” The body says, “You’ll be sorry. . .”
I was right, 2 comics back, Arlo and Janis were having garden sex. Hence Arlo’s double entendre in the last panel.