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.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

My husband for got his cellphone and pager today. So, I took it to him at work. While I was coming home I notied a man putting a "YARD SALE" sign out on the corner. Of course, my car turned without me even helping. I bought a great new wall unit for the living room for $30.00. I also got a huge set of extremely heavy school lockers. I bought them for $1.00. I already have them posted on the local Classified website for $25.00. I hope they sell because I have no where to store them. If they don't sell on there - I will sell them at my yardsale in a few weeks.

HInt of the Day - Don't ask your wife to deliver your cellphone or you at work or your wife might spend $30.00 on the way back home.

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