Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for November 04, 2022

Only the age has changed…

It’s your choice.

Me, I won’t get old.

Almost?

Pluto must be transiting your first house in the horoscope

After roses cease their all-too-brief blooms and fade, the rose hips remain. Scoop out the bitter seeds, and the tart hulls have many culinary uses. It has been used as a poetic metaphor for women as they age.

All that sugar and spice, gone to waste!

would chocolate help…?

My heroes are Statler and Waldorf

I think I’ve inherited the Merlin gene.

I’ve always enjoyed whatever stage I was in my life. I am enjoying my so-called old age most of all.

Bitter? Nah. . .cynical and jaded, probably. . .

More like a transmogrification, Aunty!

Anuty, your transformation was complete about twenty years ago.

Bitter as a lemon…

We old dudes become Sidewalk Supervisors. Mansplainers to the masses.

“Almost complete”? It was complete the moment the strip began. : )

I sometimes claim I’m on the way to being a grumpy old curmudgeon. My wife is willing to concede “on the way” for the adjectives; for the noun, she maintains that I’ve been that for a very long time.

I remember when she was a Bitter Young Woman.

Then the Angry Little Girls stole that gig right out from under her.