Monkey

The darned monkey has followed me to Missouri!

So my dad and I play this game, right? He got this little, stuffed monkey on a business trip or something (I honestly don't know how he acquired the dang thing). At one point or another he said I could have it. So I took it. Then one day I decided to 'give' it back to him, but I hid it somewhere in my parent's room for him to find. I believe the first hiding place was under his pillow or down under the sheets at the foot of the bed - something like that. He found it and then hid it somwhere for me to find. The game went on.

At one point last year, my mom sent the monkey to Utah in a box of stuff she sent me. She even included a note made of cut-out letters saying 'Ha Ha! You can't get rid of me so EZ, my Iowa Nat!' It was super cute, not gonna lie.

... So I almost wasn't surprised when I opened a box my mom sent me a few days ago and saw the monkey stuffed down into the bottom. Oh goodness. I love my parents.