A lot of the strips poke fun of Mr. P, since I’m the one writing them. I’m obviously not perfect either. Last week, this situation happened, causing Mr. P to laugh so hard, I had to memorialize it. It’s definitely not a “one time” situation. It basically happens with any sweets: cakes, donuts, cookies. Mr. P always tells me to buy double of everything now since half of the sweets don’t survive the car ride home.
