Such as this.
Now I did not need that chimp any more than Hank needs a new typewriter. There are probably at least fifty stuffed animals in this house and that includes a genuine, real, antique Zippy just like the one I had as a child. This is not one of those, but it is old and I feel like maybe I just screwed up big time because I have actually washed the poor dear and I would never have done that but I do have grandchildren and so I have to consider all possibilities such as the fact that the chimp could have been filled with drug-resistant TB bacteria. Or polio. That would be more appropriate to the vintage.
Washing him really did not improve his appearance and I've just done a quick search on E-Bay and whoops! He might have been a little valuable. Oh well. If he WAS valuable, he's not any more.
I bought him simply because I felt sorry for him, sitting there amongst the luridly colored stuffed animals at the Lighthouse Children's Home thrift store. I feel slightly weird shopping there because all of the proceeds go to the Home where bad girls get sent in order to get saved and restored to goodness when their families have given up on them. I get their newsletter and honey, after a few months those girls learn to love the Lord and I ain't kidding you.
Anyway, there he was and he cost $4.99 so I bought him.
That was the only purchase of the day except for two napkins and a dishtowel.
Boy howdy, I can tear it up, can't I?
I also went to Costco and they were sampling more stuff than I'd ever seen. I'd tell you what I ate but my stomach is still suffering the insult and I don't care to relive the experience which, like so many experiences, seemed like a good idea at the time.
So it's been a decent day and I didn't break the bank and I'll find a new lamp one day. I'm waiting on Mr. Moon to come home and the rain is pattering and supper (my god- more food!) is ready for whenever he is and tomorrow the boys are coming early.
Here's another picture.
That's my dog Dolly looking out at the chickens who have taken shelter from the rain on the kitchen porch. I don't know why she was looking at them. She and Buster, her brother, generally pretend as if the chickens did not exist, thus ensuring that they don't have to do anything about them. Like, chase them. Perhaps she is bored from all of this rain.
Who knows? Not me. I barely understand myself and do not pretend to have an inkling about what goes on the mind of dog or chicken or child either, for that matter.
I'm pretty sure that a lot of it has to do with food though.
I'm sure it does for me.
Sex and food pretty much sum up the reason for existence for all us animals and the balance changes during different age stages but that really is about it. Maybe not if you really love the Lord but that's another subject which I will not be taking on right now.