I remember holding up the split milkweed pods to let the winds off Lake Erie spread them about. Not too many indoor distractions in the 50’s, so we mostly found things to do outside.
Every time Wallace has that milkweed staff and is spreading its seeds, it reminds me of the parable of the sower from Mark chapter 4. I hope that there is going to be a comic in spring where milkweed springs up and (in the words of Andrew Peterson) “The hills remember green again.”
Spud, your first thought was best. A soft answer turneth away wrath (whereas your claim to dangerous “heat” might have itself been derided, thus ineffective as a comeback).
Ha. In a class I used to teach, one of the students frequently said “Okey-dokey, artichokey”, and it always cracked us up. I hadn’t heard that phrase in a LONG time.
I’m not good at comebacks, but my grandmother was a master. I was taking her to the grocery store one day. When I parked and we got out, some old man walked up and accused me of taking his parking spot. I hadn’t even rushed to that spot, much less cut anyone off or anything, so I had no idea why he was saying this. While I was shocked and trying to find my words, my grandmother calmly asked him, “So what do you wanna be when you grow up?” Man walked away with a beet red face. Gramma. My hero.
catchup over 1 year ago
I invariably think of the perfect retort about a week later.
Ida No over 1 year ago
The problem is that Timmy was Spud on, spot!
Trond Sätre Premium Member over 1 year ago
“L’espirit de l’escalier”; an expression I first learned about from Marcie of the Peanuts
matunuckart over 1 year ago
I appreciate Wallace with Milkweed pods!
Happy Chad over 1 year ago
Love it
The Legend of Brandon Sawyer Premium Member over 1 year ago
Don’t fool with molasses
crookedwolf Premium Member over 1 year ago
He “choked”, all right..!
jschumaker over 1 year ago
Spud plays soccer?
thegamingowl365 over 1 year ago
Isn’t Mclaughlin jacksepticeye’s last name?
Ed The Red Premium Member over 1 year ago
L’esprit_de_l’escalier (‘wisdom of the stairs’) is a French term for the predicament of thinking of the perfect reply too late.
andyboda over 1 year ago
I remember holding up the split milkweed pods to let the winds off Lake Erie spread them about. Not too many indoor distractions in the 50’s, so we mostly found things to do outside.
gamerdude8000 over 1 year ago
just a little work on combacks
morningglory73 Premium Member over 1 year ago
Saving monarch butterflies by spreading milkweed seeds.
NotAndy28 over 1 year ago
Every time Wallace has that milkweed staff and is spreading its seeds, it reminds me of the parable of the sower from Mark chapter 4. I hope that there is going to be a comic in spring where milkweed springs up and (in the words of Andrew Peterson) “The hills remember green again.”
Publius10608218 over 1 year ago
Sounds like my typical response too
raybarb44 over 1 year ago
Does indeed need some work…..
GKBOWOOD Premium Member over 1 year ago
Well, some days you’re the dog and some days you’re the hydrant.
goboboyd over 1 year ago
I’m sure that took the air right out of them. At a minimum they are probably still standing there in bewilderment trying to figure it out.
WCraft Premium Member over 1 year ago
Oh yeah? The jerk store called and they’re running out of you!
Aladar30 Premium Member over 1 year ago
Still a good replay.
JH&Cats over 1 year ago
Spud, your first thought was best. A soft answer turneth away wrath (whereas your claim to dangerous “heat” might have itself been derided, thus ineffective as a comeback).
rgcviper over 1 year ago
Ha. In a class I used to teach, one of the students frequently said “Okey-dokey, artichokey”, and it always cracked us up. I hadn’t heard that phrase in a LONG time.
Made me laugh.
munkypunks over 1 year ago
Trond, what’s the connection to Marcie? That has to be fantastic.
lrwells40 3 months ago
I’m not good at comebacks, but my grandmother was a master. I was taking her to the grocery store one day. When I parked and we got out, some old man walked up and accused me of taking his parking spot. I hadn’t even rushed to that spot, much less cut anyone off or anything, so I had no idea why he was saying this. While I was shocked and trying to find my words, my grandmother calmly asked him, “So what do you wanna be when you grow up?” Man walked away with a beet red face. Gramma. My hero.