tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post293420282329013420..comments2024-03-15T10:40:20.085-04:00Comments on LAWN TEA: MONKEY BUSINESSRachelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-69204946231760525742011-03-13T10:30:19.560-04:002011-03-13T10:30:19.560-04:00I adore monkeys and have always wanted one. Oddly...I adore monkeys and have always wanted one. Oddly enough, even though I didn't have one, they were in my life almost constantly as a child. The neighbor of my babysitter had one and would let me sit with him for hours - chatting, feeding and letting him stroke my hair. A pet store near my school had one and I would visit every day on the way home and hang out as long as I dared. And the landlord of my grandmother's office had an adorable little fellow that I visited often during my summers in NC. They have service monkeys (what an odd phrase that sounds) now and I wanted to foster one - they need socialization before their training begins. Alas, Mike dashed those hopes. No monkey for me. Pooh.Kim S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06609086775319252934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-82386288182794073842011-03-09T00:12:11.136-05:002011-03-09T00:12:11.136-05:00OOPS...Monkey, no typos allowed. Smile!
Love ya, ...OOPS...Monkey, no typos allowed. Smile!<br />Love ya, Jeanne, again!Jeannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02496069719875179788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-16589550995324766832011-03-09T00:11:10.642-05:002011-03-09T00:11:10.642-05:00What a hoot. I would have died of mortal anger if...What a hoot. I would have died of mortal anger if a 'momkey' did that to my house full of guests. Your Aunt loved him and that was that! Poor thing...death by lamp is so pitiful.<br /><br />Have happy days and great tomorrows.<br />Hugs, JeanneJeannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02496069719875179788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-70956696589474302032011-03-08T18:29:21.807-05:002011-03-08T18:29:21.807-05:00So funny...I'm laughing, too. Sometimes you j...So funny...I'm laughing, too. Sometimes you just have to laugh, right? Well we had a lady down the street from me who had a pet monkey when I was growing up. His name was Percy, and everyone in the neighborhood played with him. We would take him for bicycle rides on our handlebars. He could be found playing chained in a tree out front during warm weather...and one day he pulled a neighbor lady's wig off and took it right up that tree...laughing and screaming as only a monkey can do. Fond memories, but I wouldn't have eaten anything in that house either.mustard seedshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18149692177032280743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-23699776168346181162011-03-08T15:32:02.218-05:002011-03-08T15:32:02.218-05:00OMGosh, Rachel. I shouldn't be laughing, shou...OMGosh, Rachel. I shouldn't be laughing, should I? Please don't tell anyone that I am dying laughing.<br /><br />And, just so you won't think that I am the most horrid person ever, I do feel sorry about Poor JoJo's demise.Beverlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10535622044396271722noreply@blogger.com