Poem for the day:
Monkey see, monkey do.
John Murphy, I love you.
Thank you for surprising me with these ridiculously amazing hats last night. I believed you when you told me they were ALL sold out.
You little trickster.
You must love me or something.
Do you know what happens when monkeys kiss?
They make little baby monkeys that you want to squeeze and smooch on.
We want one of these.
But the human version.
The end.
Pee.es.
Did you notice that Mr. Murphy has new glasses.
He looks like a yummy stud.
