Thanks for the New Year chuckle. I always look fwd to your posts, and I think you will have a New Year filled with many events to keep your imagination creating your wonderful cartoons. May you have a great New Year! Carol

It was supposed to be signed “Carol”. I don’t know why it came up on the same line.

Ha ha ha ha, Liza - another slam dunk! A Very Happy New Year to you and your exceptional sense of humor! Maurine

liza, i think your classic (if i might be so bold as to choose just one) is the partner under the covers waiting till the news is over to come out of bed. keep up the good work, and a happy new year to you!

Love it again Liza, I think my husband has a closet full of those. (I didn’t buy them for him.)

Liza- The first time I read the caption, I thought it said, ” my wife says, when I wear this shirt it reminds her to touch me.” My eyesight is screwy but it does put a different spin on him returning the shirt. LOL

Excellent!

For Josie’s rendition of Liza’s Man Who Returns Shirt: TOUCH ME Summer is late, my heart. Words plucked out of the air some forty years ago when I was wild with love and torn almost in two scatter like leaves this night of whistling wind and rain. It is my heart that’s late, it is my song that’s flown. Outdoors all afternoon under a gunmetal sky staking my garden down, I kneeled to the crickets trilling underfoot as if about to burst from their crusty shells; and like a child again marvelled to hear so clear and brave a music pour from such a small machine. What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire. The longing for the dance stirs in the buried life. One season only, and it’s done. So let the battered old willow thrash against the windowpanes and the house timbers creak. Darling, do you remember the man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am. –––Stanley Kunitz

Phyllis….thank you for another fantastic poem…and Liza for another telling cartoon. Both make me think that in the generation of the Italian Renaissance such heights were achieved because they believed they were equal to the gods…and now existence is very belittled…and people disappear beneath the scorn of the wife…or in unrequited desires.

Hi Liza … Back from the Far North just in time to send special wishes for lots of sunshine in your life in the year to come, along with so many thanks for making our lives here on WOW filled with smiles. You are not only talented … you are very very special to me! Joan