Well, it seems Cathy The Comic Strip Lady got married yesterday to her longtime beau Irving.
You would think this would provide a cynical single biotch like myself a chance to go all shades of purple with the list of things to mock and go off about, but somehow it seems...inappropriate to make fun to Cathy on her special day. Maybe I'm mellowing in my older age, but I'll forego the snarky comments and just say You Go, Cathy The Comic Strip Lady, With Your Ill-Fitting Swimsuits and Mom Issues! You Go With Your Married Self And Rock On!
And in the meantime, I'll be curled up in a ball on my floor clutching a tattered Kleenex and weeping over my inability to find something to make fun of here. Am I losing my touch?
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