Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Creepy hereditary random

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. 

5 comments:

  1. They have scary faces. They went off to star in a horror movie.

    Love,
    Janie

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  2. That does explain a lot. Creepy!

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  3. OMG ROTFLMAO it truly is genetic! I predisposition for the love of monkeys!

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  4. Looks like I'm also sporting a trendy Toni home perm, and I was thin!!!

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