Yesterday after I got home, we scrambled to put a hasty plan together for dinner. We settled on spaghetti with bolognese sauce, and there was no way in hell I was going to have that tasty meal without garlic bread. It would have been a crime.
I offered to Alie to take the monkey with me to the grocery store. This is ALWAYS a good move, for these reasons:
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Having our little monkey is just about the best thing ever. I can’t think of anything better offhand, despite having a bit of a crap day. But crap days are really… crappy….
As my wonderful readers (hi, all 3 of you!) know, Cole is a horrible sleeper. This led to a bit of burnout in his dad this weekend, and here’s why:
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Monkey House is populated by three lovely and wonderful simians–Greg, his wife Alex, and their son Cole. He is a jack of all trades, she is a scientist/athlete, and their son is a poopsmith.