Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for January 01, 2020

Overprotective mother much? (Happy New Year, “Cul de Sac” readers.)

Dill, it was your mom that thew that.

Alice dispenses the Wisdom of the Ages.

Trebuchet-launched bag of laundry?

Look like the gift wrapping paper trash bag! Woopsie! Dill Bros. aiming for the nearest merchant ’s Dumpster!

…and just then a laundry meteorite …

Alice’s logic is impeccable.

HAPPY NEW YEAR to all the fans of Cul de Sac!

We haven’t had a left-over wrapping paper wad storm in quite some time – maybe we’re due?

I never take off my helmet. It’s mostly aluminum foil.

Can’t miss those updates from Star Fleet command!

I smell another experiment compliments of Dill’s brethren.

Really big hacky sack?

As a kid I had an odd dream in which my mother, my little brother, and I were standing in our back yard waiting to see a satellite pass overhead. I have no idea why we’d have known the schedule of a daylight visible satellite. When it appeared, it seemed to be growing in size… and then it crashed at our feet. Instead of a conventional satellite, it was a plastic garbage bag, at least partly filled with something.

End of dream. I woke up perplexed.

Odd to have this flashback from reading today’s strip.

Now there’s a creative answer to the Afro…

Alice just demonstrated what the Rest of Your Life will be in 20 years when you two are married, Dill, my little man.

Congratulations.

Good to know. I am a lady.