When I got home from work yesterday, this was awaiting me:
A DVD of "Funky Monkey" along with a note from Brother #1 saying that he found the first movie in which I had starred. (Good one!)
Brother #1 has a fear of monkeys. I call it an irrational fear as he will more than likely never come face-to-face with any real live monkeys, but whatever.
When I first found out about this fear, I did what any self-respecting sister would do with this kind of information, I used it as a means of giving him crap. Anytime I see something with a monkey, I am sorely tempted to buy it for him. (2 Christmases ago, I got him a flying super-hero monkey. I loved it!)
All I can say is I have to give him a hard time about it because I missed out on the first 35 years of my life of giving him crap about things. I've got to make up for lost time somehow.
And another thing, Rico (brother #1), I have your name for Christmas this year. (Insert evil laugh here.)
5 comments:
Hilarious. My brother gave those flying monkeys to my boys for their b-days. They love them.
(I saw on Amy's blog that you ordered a Kindle. I've been loving mine!)
Monkeys are right up there with Clowns and Oprah! OMG!
Rico - your screwed!
Your brother read this blog, but what the----no comment? What fun is it not to make remarks?
Rico,Rico,Rico----- come on now, plunk the keys !!!
Have one -put-a-smile-on-your-face-day ; )
YASL by the Mom
rico? nice alias!!!! I wanna change mine now to a 70's porn name....
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