They need to discover the joy of tea candles. Not only are they a cheap way to cheer up an apartment, it’s amazing how much heat those little guys put out. Just be sure to kick Twinkie outside first, though. Better to have a cat-sicle than a burned down abode. (As Randie can attest to.)
Ah, The Chicken and The Egg, re-phrased…
So, what comes first, inept cranky restaurant staff, or low-tipping customers?
Seems like Rye ought to be appreciative he’s getting tips at all.
He’s obviously not getting any take-home munchies from his Kalamari Kitchen gig.
Brrr, that apartment looks like the inside of my street-parked, car early in these winter mornings. Only thing is that ‘heat rises,’ and the temp of the upstairs apartments will be higher than that of the stairs and whatever else is below…poor insulation notwithstanding.
Pete…. When I was in Hawaii, I saw a Polynesian Dancer show and there was a Fire-tossing/eating fella who was quite good (didn’t catch anyone on fire) and your comment makes me think of Twinkie batting around tea candles in the same manner. Randie, being somewhat afraid of house fires, would be less than amused.
stick… poor insulation… like MY house… oh, the heater is always on, but it doesn’t seem to matter. This storyline has mimicry to it.
Randie’s expression in panel 2 is awesome.
They need to discover the joy of tea candles. Not only are they a cheap way to cheer up an apartment, it’s amazing how much heat those little guys put out. Just be sure to kick Twinkie outside first, though. Better to have a cat-sicle than a burned down abode. (As Randie can attest to.)
Ah, The Chicken and The Egg, re-phrased…
So, what comes first, inept cranky restaurant staff, or low-tipping customers?
Seems like Rye ought to be appreciative he’s getting tips at all.
He’s obviously not getting any take-home munchies from his Kalamari Kitchen gig.
Brrr, that apartment looks like the inside of my street-parked, car early in these winter mornings. Only thing is that ‘heat rises,’ and the temp of the upstairs apartments will be higher than that of the stairs and whatever else is below…poor insulation notwithstanding.
Kyle… Thank you.
Pete…. When I was in Hawaii, I saw a Polynesian Dancer show and there was a Fire-tossing/eating fella who was quite good (didn’t catch anyone on fire) and your comment makes me think of Twinkie batting around tea candles in the same manner. Randie, being somewhat afraid of house fires, would be less than amused.
stick… poor insulation… like MY house… oh, the heater is always on, but it doesn’t seem to matter. This storyline has mimicry to it.
If this is based on your real-life living conditions, you must be one frigid Bridgett!
…hello? Ooooh, it’s cold in here.
Yes… and it don’t help that I have a less than perfect thermostat. *&%%$ thyroid.
Argh! It’s sooo cold outside. The first cell is how I want to end every day, nope, I come home to an igloo.
Gee, it hit 46 degrees today. Warm enough to put the top down on your convertible.