I spent a majority of the day outside building a station for the Husbear’s salon. It’s a dirty job. Sawing, sanding, gluing, nailing, painting. Mike Rowe should be here to help me.
I came in the house for some reason, and the Husbear laughed and said I looked like a monkey.
I’m not sure I agree.
Until next time...
Well… er… kinda… lol
Did he offer u a banana to snack on? Haha!
Ha Ha that’s a good one!
But I don’t like plantains. 😉
I have been silently enjoying your blog for a few months now, but the wording of this post’s title reminded me of a reference to…something. Erik, just out of curiosity, have your mom and dad left to battle evil and now your older sister is the boss?
you can look like a monkey, but don’t smell like one or throw your poo
Aww… but that’s half the fun right there!
A monkey? No. “The Man in the Yellow Hat”, maybe.
Curious George always freaked me out. Still does. Not sure why.
I think you are supposed to remove such items before you arrive home?
But it makes me look all fashion-forward. 😉