What is a monkeybox?

When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.

Friday, April 20, 2007

No, no, no.

Dear Parents,

We will be showing your child the "Puberty Video" next week. Please be prepared to answer any questions that your child may have concerning this video.

Thank you,
Your Child's Teacher
Holy Batcrap.
(That last sentence was from me - not the school).


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  1. Anonymous8:32 PM

    LOL!!! I remember those days. Their usual response is "Ewe, gross!" Good luck if there are any questions.

    Libby

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  2. oliveoyl6412:14 PM

    Dylan has been through sex ed already, and he didn't have any questions at the time. He said it was too embarrasing. He will hit me once in a while and try to rattle my cage. I just answer honestly or tell him I need to research my answer.

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