I have spent a great deal of time, and space on this blog, musing about monkeys-primarily of the creepy variety. Why do they show themselves to me so often? Where did the roots of this special connection originate? Today I uncovered some information that may both help you sleep at night, finally knowing the answer, but also could keep you up at night due to the graphic nature of the evidence. Creepy monkey love is my destiny-written in my DNA.
My mother and I were watching some old home movies today, when we stumbled across some footage from her eleventh birthday. She was very happy to see her favorite dress...1959 was an excellent year for fashion (and bows). I was too distracted by what on earth she was carrying towards the camera. "Those are monkeys, I got them for my birthday. I loved them!"
Look at how that one is reaching up for her neck. Look out, Mom!! You can see my fingers coming in from the right side of the frame, trying to save her. I tried to accept these cuddly friends of hers, but then she explained that they were made of rattan and hard. "I could hook their hands together, and then hang them from things." Nope. My mother seems very sure that this fabulous monkey duo is no longer lurking about in my grandparents' house. Why do I feel like there is a chance they are hiding there, waiting for me? Just hanging around...being creepy.
At least now we know.
Friday, August 11, 2017
The humans here seem pretty amused with themselves about this...
...pardon me while I take a break from the hilarity to ask what the magic number is, and what the reward might be?
Foz! You're back here on the blog, is that not enough of a treat for both you and your fan(s)?
I will ponder that, but for now I ask you to keep in mind that NOBODY puts Fozzie in a corner!
Fozzie, you exiled yourself to that spot.
Why must you mess with my perfectly good Dirty Dancing reference?!
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
Well that pretty much sums up this blog for the month of July!
Nope. Out looking for the BEST deals?
Not really. Perfecting my marshmallow roasting technique?
Well, yes, that was part of it. I also spent an embarrassing amount of time looking for a blog post I had written about making cookie cakes, only to find that there was not an actual post, but rather just a brief reference to the "ring of fire" experience. I was going to save this glorious photo for its very own post...
...but I think we all know how that goes, and how long the wait would be. Plus, in my quick glimpse through my phone photos, I saw plenty of others worthy of full discussions that we may or may not actually get to. Let's just say that when you put cookie dough on a pizza stone, it is a half batch-even if you tell yourself it doesn't look like quite enough...IT IS!
I spent a couple of days at the beach......on the beach! Looking for treasures...
...finding the dead horseshoe crab apocalypse...
Got my usual dose of Cape Cod hydrangea envy...
...and in a completely unrelated story, I found out what can happen to a box of pasta if it travels to college and back before being cooked.
I never realized the frailty of rigatoni!
Regardless of whatever lame excuses I could make for not being here, (Did July even have Tuesdays? Please don't tell Foz if there were in fact Fridays.) I would like to come back.