A little bit of the old Hanners is back ... and by old Hanners, I mean Hanners from strips 525-1000, before she became everyone's little sister.
Poor kid, she's had A Day. Nearly beaned by mechanical dinosaur parts, discovery that her locks don't work the way she thought they should (read the installation instructions next time, kiddo) and now her couch is makeout heaven. The only thing that would make this day perfect, just perfect, would be the battery going out in the UV wand, and not a spare in the house.
I am wondering, however, how much fun it would be to say: "Hanners honey, lemme tell you about those *other* couches on which you've crashed. But first, let me get out of arm's reach."