We may have pictures soon

Woo hoo. Happy dance with me, kind hearts, gentle readers. Get funky!

Thanks to the kindness of my best friend, Brea, who you may thank all you want, and the midlevel advancements of Verizon Wireless technology, we are going to try to send a photo by cell, then have her email it back to me. I wish I could do this without her involvement, but as SO can tell you, some people just weren't meant to have internet access on their cellphone, and I am probably one of those people. So is he!

My house is framed now. That was my major accomplishment of the weekend. And my momkey has a head. I don't know whether to refer to them as modern dance monkeys or else as cast members of the all-mammal production of "West Side Story" When you're a Chimp, you're a Chimp all the way . . And I do have some issues with the fact that these monkeys are going on a panty raid on these poor people's house, and all their animals, who they've been feeding and sheltering pretty decently, cause none of them look sick, are just ignoring the situation. I know they can see them. The peacock and one of the rabbits is looking RIGHT AT THEM. I know, I know, snitches get stitches. I know, it's a cross stitch picture, it's not supposed to be analyzed or interpreted like that. But I would still cut off the free lunch. Monkeys stealing your underwear is probably something that is pretty terrifying and these animals ignore it. I would hope the my dogs would be more loving than this.