Garfield by Jim Davis for December 13, 2009
*SLAM* Jon: I went to a girly boutique today to find Liz's gift. They had fancy soaps, skin creams, and perfumes. Then this batty old woman wearing ten pounds of makeup runs at me with an atomizer! I tried to run, but I tripped over a basket of luffas, crashed through a moisturizer display, and fell into a pile of potpourri sachets. Then she puts me in a half nelson, hoses me down with body wash, and force-feeds me bath oil beads. Now I smell like a coconut-cucumber-melon-vanilla-cherry-lemongrass-mango breeze. Garfield: *sniff* With just a hint of plumeria, I believe.