Tuesday, August 01, 2006

At least Papa Bear is pulling his weight

Today's strip isn't so much a case of being wrong--that situation sucks, and if I were the wife, I'd kill the husband--as not being a case of something they'll do every time. I'm sure it happens on occasion; it just sucks that Papa Bear is bringing home pizza on a night Mom made a big ol' turkey dinner instead of a night where she's heating up leftovers. And again, this is a case of Mom pulling ol' Papa Bear aside and telling him that the next time he has the urge to grab pizza for dinner, call first. (Though, since it is still the 1950s, he'd have to call from work, as this is the time before cell phones.) I know there were a number of times growing up that my mom would just be starting dinner, and my dad would call and suggest going out. If Mom was too far along with dinner prep, we'd stay home. That wasn't usually the case; Dad was pretty good with gauging when to call.

Right. Anyway. That is quite a spread Mom has; in addition to the turkey, there are at least three or four other dishes (the only one of which I can positively identify is the corn; and is that ice cream or eggs?). That almost seems like a special occasion dinner.

Two other notes: Not "Living on the edge" again! I swear, he's trying to kill me. And Papa Bear actually says, "Yeah!" at the end of his dialogue bubble. Awesome.

Oh! Maybe the pizza is for the family's dog...because who refers to dinner as "din-din" when not talking to an animal or baby? Seriously, I'm looking at that and wincing.

9 Comments:

At 1:12 PM, Anonymous stephan said...

Too big for eggs, looks like icecream. AND THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE! Who the hell sets out the icecream before dinner is even started. And what is it with the milk shake with the cherry on top. And who wears caps anymore and why doesn't that door have a lock on it and what is that stuff surrounding the turkey, stuffing or meatballs? OK I'm finished.

 
At 1:16 PM, Blogger Tahsi said...

That would only happen once before the husband knew to call. I would make him feel guilty for WEEKS. But since my cooking isn't so great, I'd probably be the one to suggest pizza anyway.

 
At 2:56 PM, Anonymous pelagius said...

The Barfos say they can only afford to live in a one-room shack - - but when it comes to food? Huh? Wha-! They're eating like kings! Oh YEAH!

 
At 6:14 PM, Anonymous Junior Tracy said...

The little round ball things could be ice cream, although it's not clear why Mrs. Barfo would dish it up before dinner was even on. I'd guess that the things are canned pear halves, which, incredibly, white people ate as salad (typically at Kiwanis lunches) circa 1953.

 
At 9:08 PM, Blogger Frankie Machine said...

Papa Bear should now fear for his soul, given that he has angered his wife, who (judging by her ability to spin her head completely around) is possessed by Satan.

 
At 11:30 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I bet that "wha" is actually the urge to pizza-box him to the moon.

 
At 10:17 AM, Anonymous pelagius said...

OMG Barb - Today's TDIET is practically a carbon copy of the 7/27 strip! Oh yeah...

 
At 11:39 AM, Anonymous jerseygull said...

Is it Thanksgiving? Who has the time to slave all day over a turkey dinner if it's NOT a holiday?

 
At 6:07 PM, Anonymous ohgrl said...

The only person I have ever heard say "din-din" was my husband's grandma. Often when referring to feeding her cat.

She would have loved TDIET.

 

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