I wanted my wife to draw this week’s edition of the Bun Toon, like that fictional kid Billy, from FAMILY CIRCUS, used to do, back when that series was cute, and not the subject of constant scorn.
But instead of drawing one of my scripts, Keiren wrote her own, using my old drawings for the art. Darn woman. I ask her to star in my movie, and instantly, she wants to direct.
So today: A BUN TOON treat from my personal muse, the Earth to my sky, the honey to my bee, the Madame to my Curie.
I was going to point out that she only chose drawings of me where I’m not wearing pants….but to be fair, I never wear pants in any of my self portraits. And yet, we remain married. AND NOW YOU KNOW MY SECRET SHAME!
Coming Soon: I get each of my kids to draw one, and I never have to lift a pencil again!
Ty the Guy OUT!
Here now, your comic book marriage moment of zen: