Mostly Wordless Wednesday...

There just happens to be a box of sock monkeys in my living room...they've been there since my Birthday.  They were a gift from my father.

They look like they're using the box as a boat, and I can hardly bear to move them.

And not just because I'm lazy, but because they look like they're having so much fun.

Also?

The sock monkeys live downstairs in a large group pile herd tribe, so maybe it's a little of the first one.

It still amazes me to this day that out of all of the sock monkeys that are gathered at Foolsewoode, each one of them is totally different.

Kind of like snowflakes.

Or fingerprints.

Or the kind of hangover you get depending on the type of alcohol you drink...