Whistler’s Mother-In-Law

comic about Whistler's mother-in-law

Whistler’s Mother-In-Law

She was only supposed to be here for a week. "Is it okay if my mom comes to stay with us for a week?" my wife said. It's been eight months. Eight long freakin' months! How am supposed to work under conditions like these? The old bag convinced my wife to put the nix on my nude models. I'm an artiste for God's sake! I'm supposed to use nude models. I deserve nude models! "It's immoral," her mother said, "it's a sin." You know what's a sin? Driving a man out of his mind. That's a sin. Depriving a great artist the inspiration he needs to create great art. That's a real sin. A sin and a crime. She should be locked up for robbing me of my livelihood. Because what am I reduced to? Painting her, that's what. Painting an eighty-year old broad who's dressed like she's going to her own funeral. You think that's going to sell? Oh yeah, there's a real market for that type of art. I'm going to capture that highly sought-after and incredibly profitable necrophelia market. Jeez! What did I do to deserve this? Well, I guess I should stop complaining and just get to work. After all, it could be worse. It could be my mother staying with us. Don't get me started on her!