Santa Monkey
Now I want a frozen, chocolate-covered banana. Hardly a Christmas treat… unless you roll them in crunched candy canes. Mmmm, minty chocolate-covered frozen banana.
Santa monkey. (I just like saying it). Santa monkey.
Now I want a frozen, chocolate-covered banana. Hardly a Christmas treat… unless you roll them in crunched candy canes. Mmmm, minty chocolate-covered frozen banana.
Santa monkey. (I just like saying it). Santa monkey.
Dang it! Now I have to find a tiny Santa hat for Mini-Monkey (though Micro-Monkey might get jealous)…
“Cheeky little monkey”… I suspect a British influence in Emily’s speech mannerisms… 😉
Santa monkey!
Wow, that IS fun to say.
I’ve seen monkeys throwing their “presents”….you don’t want to be around a Santa Monkey.
Of course, you could replace Rudolph with a monkey that has a glowing red butt!
Ahhhh haaa haa! Dada you crack me up! (speaking of glowing red butts) Oh, sniff… the fun.
Dave: told ya.
Astragali… Harold could lend you his Santa cap… and yes, you do hear a hint of Brit… Remember, Daddy’s a Shufflebottom and they have a flat in London. I tried to put in the writing that Mom’s a “Yankee” but couldn’t fit that info in… somewhere in the future perhaps.
Okay.
After some behind the scenes emails and the buying of train tickets, I will be dropping by to see Brig and the Cartoonery during early March. This will be my first time back in California since 1984. I won’t be pestering Brig the whole time. I plan to use Salinas as a base for day trips to San Francisco, Sacramento and anyplace North of L.A. Pictures? Yes! There will be pictures!
JINX!
(To the tune of “Santa Baby”)
♫ Santa Monkey, leave a banana under the tree for me… ♫