For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for March 07, 2021

Elly in the final panel: “What?”

Kids: “Uh… we decided to temporally go vegetarian.”

Yum !

The basic premise of this story — Mike keeping Elizabeth out of her room via his stinky sock — depends on the idea that April is not also staying in that room with Elizabeth. Mike’s joke would not be so funny if Elly was going in the room to deal with April and encountered the sock.

I remember this comic being posted in my home economics class back in high school!

What’s the difference between supper and dinner?

The look on their faces – PRICELESS!!

;-)

If only Elizabeth had washed the tongs before returning them to the drawer.

Where I come from they are synonyms… like autumn and fall

From what I’ve heard about the material within hotdogs, that’s not that big a deal.

Presumably the hotdogs were in boiling water so the tongs did get a bit of a wash.

Why didn’t she put it in the kitchen sink?

About 5 or 6 hours.

I wonder how the word “supper” came into being?

Kind of strange. Just yesterday she seemed to have no problem touching his jockstrap with her bare hands, and today she has a phobia of touching his dirty sock. Guess she is more scared of catching athlete’s foot cooties than jock itch.

The clothes wars continue. At some point one of them is going to wake up with a stinky “something” on their pillow. At least they would in my house.

So, this is how her hotdogs have that something special they like a lot!

depends on where u live

It’s way more fun saying “supper”. Try it….“supper”——“dinner”.

That dogs for you, Beth. Next time, at least rinse the spatula.

Someone should tell Lynn that teen-aged boys don’t take off their socks like a middle-aged woman removing her nylons. Teen-aged boys take their socks off by stepping on the toe of the sock with their opposite heel and pulling their foot out. I mean, she had two children of her own, didn’t she pay ANY attention to them?

What goes around comes around!

House full of asshats.

Elly is a lefty?

that’s what I say,,,what’s the difference!

Did she disinfect the doorknob after removing the sock?

Tongs—You’re welcome.

Elly gets the last laugh and doesn’t know why…

I rest my case about Michael.

Who cares, just use them interchangeably.

Supper is the evening meal and dinner is largest meal of the day, whatever time it’s served.

Which side of the Mason Dixon line you’re on.

For my family, the evening meal is always supper. The noon meal lunch except a larger noon meal on Sunday is dinner. The Thanksgiving and Easter meal is always dinner too regardless of the time.

germaphobes are over rated

That’s a sad lookin’ weenie.

When I grew up on a dairy farm in Wi. we had breakfast – dinner and supper. a lunch was something we ate in the afternoon to get us to supper which was after evening milking.

Recycling the appropriate comment from the last time Mike did the “sock on the door” prank:

Lynn’s Comments: I don’t know who came up with this disgusting, yet satisfying little prank… my brother or me. I think I’ll take the credit. Mom was a stickler, as I’ve said, for cleanliness. Long before the clinical admonishment to wash our hands as often as possible, Mom inspected our digits with surgical scrutiny. She once told me that her mother fired a maid because she said that making bread was a good way to clean her nails! Mom regularly washed walls, countertops, baseboards and knobs to make sure we were as germ free as possible. Naturally, it was our prerogative to return these surfaces to their germ-laden norm. The long socks we wore bore the remnants of rubber, road salt, floorboards and feet by day’s end and smelled wonderfully wicked. I remember pulling up my dirty socks, rolling them down my leg and thinking, as the end popped off my foot, that it looked a lot like a fetid kind of hat. When these “hats” didn’t do much for my dolls, I decided to put them on the doorknobs- to the great annoyance of mother, who refused to touch them, much less turn the handle. Her British admonishments were worth hearing. “Dreadful, dreadful, dreadful!” and “You miserable recalcitrant!” and “This is the very LIMIT!” made us giggle behind our hands. I look back at it all now and wonder how she put up with us… perhaps it’s because, despite her militant need for order and discipline, she had a really good sense of humour.

And this is why everything in my kitchen gets a wipe or a rinse before I use it.

Diner is the main meal of the day, not depending on the time.Supper is a evening meal.

Liz, you are 11. You KNOW better to wash the thongs before putting them back in the drawer! Shame on you! You better STOP your mom from eating the brats!

Mmm—extra flavor …