Inspired by my husband. He wasn’t all that fond of this one, because he thinks he looks like Bill Cosby. (Maybe just a little bit.)
The Frog Prince
Tag: humorous
Owl Baby
Inspired by my niece.
Toad Girl in Space
Inspired by my niece.
Foot Lotion, a.k.a. Shoe Polish
I have a couple of years’ worth of expired vitamins that I acquired by pressing on one link or another that told me I needed them, as I self-diagnosed innumerable deficiencies and/or onsets of diseases, in just a few clicks. Consequently, I am trying to clean out my bathroom. Because I have hired someone to come and clean my house next week. And that’s what you do when you hire someone to clean your house; you clean your house, right?
In the midst of the purge, I noticed that I was missing my brown, and my white, shoe polish thingies. But, for whatever reason, [gotta interject here, I think the reason is early onset alzheimer’s, and I think it started when I was around 18] here’s what came out of my mouth when I approached my husband, black shoe polish thingy in hand, to ask (possibly in a slightly accusatory tone) about the missing thingies… “Do you know where these are? I had two other ones—a white and a brown foot lotion thingy. Do you know what happened to them?”
“Whaaat?” he asked. [At first, he looked confused, then amused, which made me more annoyed, in regards to the missing foot lotion thingies.] “The FOOT lotion thingies!!! Do you know where the other FOOT lotion thingies are????” I asked [or possibly demanded, depending upon your perspective].
[My husband, laughing…and laughing…and laughing.] “Well, this is your next drawing. I can paint my feet white, and you can paint your feet black, with the FOOT lotion thingies, or SHOE polish!”
This drawing went a COMPLETELY different direction than I had originally envisioned, and after reading the draft post, I can see why! I give you, “Foot Lotion Thingies.” Trouble with empathy? Introducing Foot Lotion Thingies! Ever want to see what it feels like to walk in someone else’s skin? Here’s your chance! Get your foot lotion thingy today! Easy application. *Results may vary.
True story.
Organ Peel-Spelling, Shmelling
My husband and I were cooking and the recipe called for orange zest. I decided to go ahead and make extra to freeze for future recipes. I asked my husband to label the freezer bag and date it with a Sharpie marker.
The next time I went to cook something that called for orange zest, I had a little trouble finding it, as it was labeled, “organ peel.”
True story.
Tempted by the Soup of Another
It’s been a couple of years since this took place, so I will do my best to accurately relay the conversation that inspired this drawing.
B: I can’t get that song out of my head. You know that one, [sings] “tempted by the soup of another.”
L: [Choking] Um… I think it’s fruit. Tempted by the fruit of another. [Hysterical laughter.]
B: Same difference.
L: How so?
B: They’re both food.
True story.
Joy to the World!
Quite a few years back, my banjo teacher was working through some tab with me from “A Clawhammer Christmas.” I am not sure how it came about that he was reading the lyrics to “Joy to the World,” aloud from the book, but, lucky for me, he was.
This is how “to touch their hams of gold,” was born. I’ve been threatening to draw this for years; although, this one’s not like I pictured it in my head. May take a crack at it again someday.
True story.
Bryanisms Can Be Fun!
While discussing whether we should head to an event to see a local band called “Eyes Like Birds,” My husband referred to them as “Birds with Dead Eyes.” Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you….
True story.
Drinking Bunnies
Seventies television star, Dan Haggerty, died in January. I was telling a friend over the phone, and googled Dan Haggerty. The following quote was the top item in my search results…
“Bunny Ranch owner and friend of Haggertys Dennis Hof tells TMZ, ‘Grizzly Adams was my friend for 20 years, the Bunnys loved him, he loved to drink with the Bunnys and told amazing jokes.'”
Conversation ensued wherein we were confused about the idea that Grizzly Adams would be drinking and telling jokes to bunnies. [I should point out here that the confusion part was, apparently, mostly mine. At this point, my friend chose not to divulge her suspicion about the whole brothel thing.]
I later realized (with the help of more friends—see, I had a need to discuss my confusion several times that day) that the Bunny Ranch is a brothel. I also concluded (through discussions with my friends) that “Bunnys” (a.k.a. hookers) is different than “bunnies” (a.k.a. several rabbits), and is likely some kind of trademark.
Read more: http://www.tmz.com/2016/01/15/dan-haggerty-dead-grizzly-adams/#ixzz40CglenCm
True story.
Tempted by the Soup of Another 