monkey bidness

Well, while some people have been off enjoying themselves, fondling wool, seducing sheep, and more than likely hanging with cool knitbloggers, the REST of us have been working hard, finishing even more fucking dishcloths even though we said we were all done but then sold some more on Friday, not getting pancakes OR getting laid for Mother's Day (although that statistic would have been changed if the babysitter had just been twenty minutes later) and generally keeping the world running.

In between bouts of cosmetic cleansing and stuff, those of us who were too responsible (or broke) to run off to Maryland may have in fact been engaging in a little monkey business.

Rebecca and I both hate monkeys. In fact they freak us right the fuck out. Why she sent me this link, I'll never know. Why I've entered every name I've ever heard of I'll also never know.

Maybe because I didn't get to fondle sheep this weekend.

But I'm not bitter.