Monk Monk
Where did all the time go? Wow. I feel like it was just 12:30. Now it's 2pm. Yeesh. I've recently discovered Paint Brush, the equivalent of MS Paint for Macs, as you can see by some of my previous blogs in which I've included weird little drawings, and I just sat here for about a half hour drawing a picture of a stuffed monkey that I have, and have had since I was 6. His name is Monk Monk. He'll be 17 on New Year's Eve. They grow up so fast. On my sister's birthday (New Year's Eve), my parents brought my sister and me to Cub Foods to pick up some things for Megan's birthday dinner, and probably the necessary birthday cake that we would inevitably eat that evening during the celebrations. We were there for food, but as we walked past a shelf full of monkeys and gorillas, I don't even know what it was that drew me to him, maybe it was his happy little smile, or his crooked little legs, but I picked him up, and, to my surprise, my mom said I could ...