Garry Cleveland Myers, illustrated most recently by Leslie Harrington, Highlights for Children Magazine.
“Goofus and Gallant is an American children’s comic strip appearing monthly in Highlights for Children. The comic contrasts the actions of the eponymous characters, presenting Gallant’s actions as right and good and Goofus’s as wrong and bad.” ~ Wikipedia
My son, Brian, labeled me “Goofus” this morning, when I opened his door to leave, running the door into my shoe for the gazillionth time. This has been a long standing joke, where we keep a tally of how many days I have gone WITHOUT hitting my foot. I was back to zero this morning when he labeled me.
Goofus does everything wrong and is the typical mischievious boy. Gallant is what we used to call, “Goody Two Shoes” – doing everything he should do and more, making everyone else look bad.
I told Harvey this morning that Brian was insulting his mother. Brian immediately defended himself, saying he wasn’t insulting me – he was merely chiding me for not paying close enough attention in my apparent war with his door…
I’ve referred to it now a couple of times and call myself, “Doofus” rather than “Goofus,” thinking that is really the more apt description. I’ll get Brian back, though, so he may be wondering how I’ll do it –
Still trying to get my head around the fact that ‘Take Out’ can mean food, dating, or murder.
•Dear paranoid people who check behind their shower curtains for murderers. If you do find one, what’s your plan?
•The older I get, the more I understand why roosters just scream to start their day.
•Being popular on Facebook is like sitting at the ‘cool table’ in the cafeteria of a mental hospital.
•You know you’re over 50 when you have ‘upstairs ibuprofen’ and ‘downstairs ibuprofen’.
• How did doctors come to the conclusion that exercise prolongs life, when….the rabbit is always jumping but only lives for around two years, and…the turtle that doesn’t exercise at all, lives over 200 years. So, rest, chill, eat, drink, and enjoy life!
.When I lost the fingers on my right hand in a freak accident, I asked the doctor if I would still be able to write with it. He said, “Probably, but I wouldn’t count on it.
•I woke up this morning determined to drink less, eat right, and exercise. But that was four hours ago when I was younger and full of hope.
My friend Marsha sent me a group of photos taken at the exact right time to create something extraordinary. I love these and wanted to share some of them.