I don't think the golf clubs fit in my car

What impressed me about today's strip is that it's actually season-appropriate. Spring has come and gone. Anyway, I can't get particularly worked up about this. Was Mrs. Arfo particularly counting on those vegetables, or is she just annoyed that Arfo is all talk, no action? If the latter, then it's probably just the latest thing in a long line of disappointments. I feel bad for her, but she's probably used to it. I like how Al is piling on Arfo--not only did he not plant the garden, but he's a crappy golfer, to boot. At least he drives a nice car.

On a different note, I'm taking a short break. I'll be back Tuesday. Tomorrow I head off for a long weekend with my sister and baby niece!

Who wears neon pink to go golfing?

Well, nothing about today's strip applies to me, because I don't play golf. I've played a few miniature golf courses that had sand traps, but nothing like this. Clearly, if that was the "perfect blast," the ball wouldn't have wound up where it did.

It seems mean of Al to laugh at him in the bottom expo. And really, Al, you're the one who has to use an arror and a "Here it is" to be able to illustrate where a golf ball landed, so maybe you shouldn't talk.

And honestly, if this happens every time a person plays, maybe that person should just give up on golf.