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.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Happy Mother's Day

MOTHER
does all the work, but Father still thinks he
KNOWS BEST.
MOTHERHOOD
makes you tired, cranky and old. Plastic surgery
KEEPS YOU YOUNG.
EVERY DAY IS
a never-ending list of chores that earns you a box of chocolates on
MOTHER'S DAY.
LET MOMMY
know if anyone's dead or bleeding, otherwise you kids
HANDLE IT.
MY KIDS ARE
louder and messier than a room full of Hell's
ANGELS.
IT'S SO FUN
watching your husband's feeble attempts
TO BE A MOM.
MOTHERHOOD
is a 24 hour job and getting a good night's sleep is
IS JUST A DREAM.
IT'S FUN TO BE
home all day, but this housework stuff can be
A REAL MOTHER.
*Excerpts from "Mother Knows Best" - one of my better $1.00 Shop Buys.
Happy Mother's Day!

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