As it is now officially the “Year of the Monkey”, I looked around the house and discovered that I am harboring quite a few representations of these wee beasties. There is something adorable about the traits that we share with our simian relatives.
Here are a few of the monkeys that I have laying about the place.
The vintage tumbling monkey sits next to the flying screaming monkey (scream-less now thanks to Miss P) who holds the tiny sock monkey.
Side walking monkeys.
A plastic sock monkey that jumps rope.
A flipping monkey (that means it does a back flip, not a euphemism).
In snow related news, I had to shovel 25 feet of snow off the street to be able to get my car out. Why did I have to go out? Miss P had an appointment!