i bought the air freshener called after the rain not just because it smelled good, but because it reminded me of that nelson song, and i laughed out loud right there in the household items aisle at fiesta.
Monthly Archive for February, 2003
when i walked into ryan’s apartment the other night, i inquired about the cardboard box labeled “in case of terror” that sat on his floor near the coffee table. he led me to this brilliant and funny post of his. note the virgin mary picture in the background, which we bought at a flea market.
hey, you know that phrase that goes, “more fun than a barrel of monkeys”? you do not, i repeat, do not even know what that means until you play with a barrel of monkeys while at a bar for someone’s birthday party.
the birthday girl works as a zookeeper, so we took the cake we bought for her and shoved a bunch of the little red monkeys into the icing. after she blew out the candles, i yelled, “everyone lick a monkey!” and we licked the icing off their little arms and feet and put them back in the barrel. later, after cake and beer, i succeeded in picking up all the monkeys in a row. boy, was my arm tired! other people tried to best me, but nobody could handle the monkeys like i could. after more beer, we had a contest where everyone got one monkey to start with, and then it was a free-for-all to see who could pick up the most in the pile. sabotage was allowed. i didn’t win that, but we think we lost one of the monkeys under the table. after even more beer, the barrel containing monkeys was used as a percussion instrument and then as a sort of dreidl-like top. it turns out that a barrel of monkeys is equally as fun as a barrel of monkeys, which fun is what happens when you decide not to play darts like you do every single night.
what does it mean that i’m now the same age my mom was when she got married?
