That’s the stuffy nosed version of, “Merry Christmas! Pass the Nyquil!” just in case you aren’t a licensed interpreter for Sickese. I woke up with a head cold this morning. I sound like that girl on Sesame Street back in the Seventies…. remember the one who sat on the big couch and always talked about her dog Buster? Yeah. Her. But still, Christmas must go on!
The stockings are not only hung by the chimney with care, but they are already filled and guess where I’m going? I’m going to bed early. Finally. I’ve seen nothing but monkeys lately. And I do mean LATEly because I’ve stayed up too late working on monkeys every night this week.
As I told you before, these monkeys look sort of like they were made by Pablo Picasso. Only thing that would make them more Picassoesque (ie. I did this on purpose and don’t just stink at sewing) would have been to maybe place an ear on the butt and a tail on the head… maybe and eye under an armpit and a completely sideways smile. In some cases I came rather close to just that… but I’ve decided that sock monkeys have more character (and can be easily differentiated) when they have… um… err… unique physical attributes.
These monkeys are all wearing plaid super hero capes because they will need super hero traits to keep up with my super dudes.
So without further ado I give you….
^ Four little monkeys laying in their “clubhouse” bunk bed.
Merry Christmas everyone! God bless!