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.
Cake Day!
Happy Birthday Mumsie.
You're a great Mom.
You're a great Baw.
You're a great friend.
Love,
Shara
Thank you Sweet Daughter. But trust me. I am the one receiving all the benefits from this relationship. You are my life's treasure, and to top it off you gave us the Bean!! How lucky am I?????? Love you, Mumsie
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