i want a monkey.
recently jarod & i had a heart to heart… and our conversation went something like this:
me: i’ve decided, if this adoption thing never comes to pass i want a monkey.
me: well you see, i’ve always wanted a monkey…
jarod: so! they throw poo!
me: i was thinking, if i can’t be a mother to a child, i can at least pretend with a monkey.
jarod: no way!
me: it’s not up for negotiation. (enter big, mischievous smile)
jarod: where is this coming from?
me: i really want to be a mommy.
jarod: ok, you can have one… when i die.
so, now we have an agreement.
when i die, jarod gets a tattoo.
when he dies, i get a monkey.
i’d rather have tattoo-less jarod & our lil’ red butterfly.
so for now, i’ll settle with a sock monkey.
which, believe it or not, makes me very happy!
(not quite the same!)