I find myself hoping that somebody -- anybody -- will make a play for Deanna and she'll run off with him. Please, Dee, stop being such a pathetic doormat and take yourself and your kids far, far away from that a**waffle you married. The man spends every spare moment away from his family, he ditched you during a house fire to save his laptop, and instead of taking you for a well-deserved evening out, he's planning an adolescent BYOB bash with Weed. Run.
I'm way too invested in this strip.