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, December 06, 2007

Crappy Christmas!

Best Christmas Decoration EVER.

The Bean and I went for a drive yesterday. I spotted this porta potty in the yard of a newly constructed ritzy house.

My kind of people!


  1. Anonymous10:35 AM

    But I do love the wreath on the door!


  2. You just made my day!

  3. That.Is.Awesome! I guess there is nothing that can't do with a little Christmas cheer, eh? That just makes me imagine some crazed-Martha Stewart-esque homeowner who CANNOT STAND the fact that there is a porta potty on her property, so she makes the best of it with a bit of greenery. Hilarious!!


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