Brrrrrrr · bun [bour´bon] n.
Yes, my buns are cold. Stupid groundhog! Who put him in charge of the weather anyway? Granted, he is just as reliable as your average meteorologist. No offense, mr. groundhog. Just kidding, I meant all and as much offense to you as possible. Go make love to yourself!
If that overgrown, ground-dwelling, shadow-fearing over-glorified rat sees his shadow then we all have to suffer longer in the bitter cold? Whose dumb idea was that? Why don't we just slap a board over his hidey hole and toss some bricks on top? Now, who's going to see his shadow? I didn't think so.
Or, we could poke him in his looking globes with a pointy stick and have the children throw snowballs at him all day. I hear kids love that stuff. Well, I can't say that with any authority because I'm not a parent. My doctor says I'm allergic to children and the EpiPen is useless. *sigh!*
I almost forgot - Old Man Winter, I'd like for you to meet Dr. Jack Kevorkian. He's all yours, Jack. The dental tools are on the table. I'll be in my studio if you need me.
Speaking of being in my studio - it's 3rd Friday! (Not today, but Friday - duh) Blah, blah, blah, Golden Belt Studios from 6-9pm. Blah, blah, blah. Multiple new living artists, popup exhibitions, blah, blah, blah, unicorns on the grill and topless mermaids BOWL DANCING.You're welcome!
I also have work in the show below along with four other great artists. The Indy Week made our opening reception their Pick of the Week last week and used my image. So, I've got that going for me, which is nice.
Ackland Museum Store
Feb. 13 - April 5, 2015
Be there or send someone hipper in your place - if you don't go, it should be real easy.