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.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Somebody ELSE got a Great Deal!

I am so MAD! Last night I notcied that my all time favorite garden statue is GONE! Stolen from in front of my house. It was a three foot tall concrete Jack Rabbit. I stopped at a charity sale late in the day and spied him under a table. Knowing he was out of my price range, I asked "How much?" anyway and "$2.00" was the magical reply that came back to my ears. I once saw a two or three year old boy stop and kiss that same rabbit on the top of his head then bid him farewell as he went on. I looked him up on ebay once and he was worth about $150.00-$200.00 because is was vintage and fabulaous. I am mad that someone stole him but I am even madder that someone violated me and came to steal him. This wasn't a person walking by - he weighed about 50 lbs. so it took some work to steal him. I don't care if it was a dumb teenage prank or a serious thief. It was WRONG! Bring back my RABBIT!
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