Spill N Coffee
It could be that Randie is in over her head, non?
On a much happier note… Happy Birthday, Mah! It’s a big’un! Happy Happy Big Birthday! Hugs and Love!
On a much sadder note… Cafe 3.1.6. in Monterey is fini. It was fun while it lasted… I raise my double americano to you!
I’m more scared of Spill and Randy mixing concrete (plaster of Paris?) than of a tired Randy on a caffeine loaded Vespid!
Oh the days of multiple jobs. My worst day was: 3am – 11am at Frito Lay and then 3pm – 11:30 pm at my Pizza joint. Oh what we’ll do to make rent.
Brig, Thanks for the birthday greetings. The “0” one’s seem to sneak up when you’re not looking!!! Wish you were here, but,………. you are always.!
Love, Mom
PS Shades of blue in today’s comic remind me of your “Blue Note” painting, one of my favorites.
Happy Birthday to Brig’s “Mah”!
Is that one of my coveralls that Randie is wearing, or did she get it at Goodwill or someplace.
Here’s hoping Fred will kick in for gas reinbursement, along with something extra to cover motorbike insurance, tires, oil changes, inevitable engine tune-ups and repairs and spiffy new duds now and then, otherwise Randie’s gonna be paying for the privilege of working at 5 am.
Happy B-day, Mah o’ Brig.
Many happy returns of the day!
Thank you for your Mom-well-wishin’, ya’ll… Mom’s so special… sniff sniff.
Joe… The coveralls are, I’m sure, Goodwill. The name on Spill’s coveralls (Donna) is my Mom’s name… for obvious reasons). And Randie’s coveralls says Joe… wink.
Mom… It DOES have a bluishness that resembles that painting!
Kestralyn: You are right to worry about the cement mixing situation… Spill is her name… for a reason!
Mr. Gull: FUH! You are a crazy person to have kept those hours! How are you still alive? And don’t tell me you’re one of those people that only needs 4 hours of sleep a night! Those people make me crazy! (I wish I could get by on that!)
Stick… I imagine that there’s some compensation on the gas… ’cause out here, it’s $4.35 a gallon now! Double Fuh! (I love my bicycle!)
I once had a job… (when I was in my teens and the Narcolepsy wasn’t so bad) that I worked 12 hour shifts 6 days a week for well over 7 months from 11PM to 11Am… The pay was minimum wage, and the shop was a pit, but eh… what can you do when you have literally no marketable skills (other than being a warm body) and it’s the only job you can find.
Pash… GAH! … and you lived to tell the tale!
Oh, there goes Spill, using LOGIC to upset Randie’s carefully placed plans!
Yeah, I survived to tell the tale… go figure, the shift schedule actually was benefited by my Narcolepsy… as I have the hardest time staying awake during daylight hours and the hardest time sleeping during nighttime hours. 🙂
Happy Birthday, Brig!
“You’re older than you’ve ever been,
And now you’re even older…
And now you’re even older…
And now you’re even older…
“You’re older than you’ve ever been,
And now you’re even older…
And now you’re older still!”
*hugs!*