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.

Friday, September 02, 2011

Perfect Corner

I think this is what every corner should look like every weekend, don't you?
Too bad they all stunk!


  1. All of 'em? Not even one? Sigh.

  2. Oh no! All those sales and none good...sigh!

  3. That's so disappointing, the motherlode and then bust.

  4. Did you have to breathe into a paper bag to keep from hyperventilating when you saw all of those signs??

    Too bad they were all stinkers! That was my day yesterday!

  5. oh no I would not have known which way to go first.

  6. If only I could find a sign like that, near-by in the UK!

  7. Our roadsides are looking like that... just when you get closer, you realize that they are all local political campaign signs - and that is REALLY ANNOYING!!!! Bummer that they were all bombs!


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