There I was, helping Mom unpack Christmas decorations, when ...
|"Well, well, well! What do we have here?!?"|
|"Hello.... SOCK MONKEY!"|
"Uh ... I thought we were friends, Maggie."
Sock Monkey had a point. I was VERY good last year. In previous years, I had found him rather
Mom put him where I can keep an eye on him -- you know, so there's no monkey business or anything. Rather than putting him on one of our trees, he's hanging out on some garland upstairs. Right here:
|Sock Monkey, monkeying around.|
Fine. I can still get to him from the catwalk. He's hanging out with those reindeers, though; like they're guarding him or something.
|"Sock Monkey! I've got my eyes on Predator #1!"|
"Yeah, whatever. No one likes a snitch, Rhonda Reindeer."
I can be patient. And mighty sneaky. Fear not! I WILL get Sock Monkey this year!