Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for August 05, 2021

Probably Hobbes; he can’t standing having a sloppy roommate.

Sorry Calvin. Someone saw it on the floor and thought you would trip over it.

So…unusual!

Closet Trek: Where no child has gone before

Mom?

LOL, THIS was my father-in-law. He was a bit of a slob after his wife passed away, and when we visited, I would do the house cleaning (which involves some tidying too). He said he would stomp around looking for stuff that he’d left lying only to find them back where they belonged… the LAST place he would have normally looked. :D

Why is it in there when there is a perfectly good floor to hang it on…..

If I told you once, I told you a thousand times. My jacket goes in the smart closet! Because everything I wear looks smart. Kapeesh?

That’s where it belongs, with the rest of the ‘stupid’ clothes!

Always in the last place you’d expect to find it: where it belongs.

Kind of like the tools in my workshop. I wish someone would follow me around and put them away.

That’s me, looking for a tool that isn’t on my full-wall tool rack.

Mom hasn’t heard of the ‘floordrobe’ concept.

Apparently, this is why they invented closets… to confuse Calvin.

As short as Calvin is (foot below the door knob) he won’t be able to get the jacket of the closet rod.

Yeah, me too, Calvin. And more often it seems.

“How am I supposed to find something that’s where it’s supposed to be?”

“Who moved my stuff?”

How are you supposed to find things when they’re right where they’re supposed to be?!?

Don’t you just hate it when things are so organized?

Amazing how wide Calvin can open his mouth without showing any teeth.

I like hanging mine over the chair.

Well, a child like this in my home would be told in no uncertain terms that such language is unacceptable. If necessary punishment to follow.

One of my all time favorite C&H strips.

Yeah, I agree, Calvin. A jacket in the stupid closet is like Murphy’s law in your case. A right thing at the wrong place.

It’s always in the last place you look.

I – I don’t believe it!

There she goes again!

She’s tidied up, and I can’t find anything!

All my tubes and wires

And careful notes

And antiquated notions

It looks like Calvin’s big mouth could hold at least one fist, or boot!

Charming little fellow, isn’t he?

I don’t know . . . You.