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.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Merry Christmas!

Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas.

Don't indulge too much like poor old Santa did!*

We rearranged our holiday celebration this year.  

No presents until Christmas afternoon.  

I'm dying!

 I need a GIFT!

Just kidding.

Sort of.

Wishing all my friends in blogland a very Merry Christmas.

And, you really are my friends.  I'm not just saying that.


*Photo taken at my Dad's house where the holiday decorations are  bit different that mine.  
**Yes, those are Playboy and Hustler magazines behind Santa.  


  1. This cracks me up! I hope you have had a gift (or two or three) by now! I have had one Christmas but won't have mine with Tiger until NEXT weekend...I've seen some pics of his first Christmas morning and he is having a ball! Hugs, Linda

  2. Hope your Christmas was great! Love looking at your stuff! I love the elves and I can't get enough!

  3. Merry Christmas, Shara! Hope you've gotten to open some presents by now!


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