Mom has a barky little Pekinese named Buddy that keeps her constant company. She adores him, but occasionally gets aggravated when he barks at strangers. "Next time I'll get a cat," she threatens him.
I was washing her hair today, and when done, had her bend over so that I could get her hair wrapped up in a towel. She was yakking away about Buddy's barking, and said, "you know what I want after Buddy?"
A cat, yes, I knew it was going to be a cat, but I bit anyway, and asked her what she wanted.
Dead serious, from underneath her towel, she yelled "A monkey."
Taken off guard, I guffawed right in her face.
She defended herself: "Monkeys have to eat too. Plus, they don't bark."
Hm. I think her new book may have just backfired on me. If you have a box full of Monkeys free to a good home...please don't call us.
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It's a BARREL full of m-m-m-monkeys, silly... And they're on there way already ;p
Oh, right. I forgot we keep monkeys in barrels.
hey lori, did you ever know that your dad used to have a monkey many years ago? i think he had just entered the navy,or right around that time. he stayed with grandma and grandpa when they had thier house on water street in urbana. it was like a little spider monkey and it was nasty and dirty. uncle lee would allow us once in awhile to see it but he wouldnt let us hold it cause he didnt want us to get bit. just a nice little memory.
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