Not a Monkey

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...

11 thoughts on “Not a Monkey

  1. 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?

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