Recently, due to Arctic Blast 2007 (i.e. a quarter-inch of sleet upon these Dallas roadways), a much-anticipated night of drinking, fooling around and Sopranos was nixed. Did I sulk? Well, hell yes, I did. And then I did some more. But after that, pouting began to bore me and I hit upon a mission: I was gonna make a goddamn sock monkey. Why the flip did this occur to me? Well, I'd talked it up for many years, seeing as how my grandmother gave me one when I was six or seven and it was subsequently so cherished and frequently hugged that the tail developed a hole at the end. As it turns out, my friends listen to me on occasion, so I was gifted with this kit at Christmastime this year. Though my original hosiery simian was far more tricked out than this one, with a red gingham dress and hat that had lace trim, this nostalgia-fueled, red felt vested ape would do nicely on a blustery, pissy winter's night . Besides, the original mon-chi-chi was lost. Generally speaking, I'm n
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Amanda: I reckon we're in similar tizzies right now.
Have a drink for me, we both need it.
BOP: We do indeed.
I can see blogging is as time-consuming on your side of the pond that it is on the European one...
Thanks for passing by on my blog. Some of the posts you may find rather strident and provocative. There's no denying, that's my style... ;-)
Anyhow, here's a post that was meant to be most amicable. Hope you enjoy it...
Cheers...
Flocon