D'oh!

In the art gallery I giggled over a series of fabulous paintings by a man named Jonas Somebody. A parrot eating a plate of spaghetti, a lion with a cockatoo pull at his whiskers, a lemon with a nail in it. The gallery clerk was more than excited to talk to me about his paintings and showed me how his style was evolving to seascapes. I whispered to her sideways that she should inform the artist he should stick with the funny stuff. She told me in that same sideways hushed way that the artist was her husband. How terribly embarrassing.