When I was little EVERY other child in the family got a sock monkey, except for me. All of the hundreds of cousins. This is only a start of how cruelly I was treated -- I won't go into the coal bin degradations and cereal box shoes. But at long last this injustice has been corrected, and not with just an ordinary sock monkey, but with a really cool sock monkey.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
Congratulations! May that sock monkey bring you continuous joy, and make up for the sad sock monkeyless years...
Dear Loveheart Poodle-Baby Nuts,
Glad you enjoy the monkey. :) I hope he doesn't start flinging poop. *grin* I think he'll behave himself.
Love and smoochies, Puppie pot Chocolate Kisses-Pinkie Pot Cheeks
If he starts flinging stuff, I'm handing you the scoop, Pinkie Cheeks. ;) But chances are that sock monkey poop is mostly lint.
If you're lucky, it'll be mostly lint .... ;)
Hmmm....could be a market for monkeypoop. "Make your houseplants go ape, feed them monkeypoo. Now in convenient pellets."
Post a Comment