Monkey See, Monkey Do. Cynderballz is All About Her Monkey Business. It's Bananas, I Know. Achoo. God Bless. Tissues, Huh?

I ran the 5K...not the whole way, but most of it, and now I'm feeling it. Every muscle and bone aches in my body, but it's all for a good cause. I came home from the run, and there was an Amazon package awaiting me. I opened it and it was an air-packed, but when I cut into it, a monkey morphed before my eyes and I thought, "Oh, a monkey. I wonder who sent me a monkey."

Then I turned it around. I was like, "What?"

I saw the opening in the back and thought, "Surely, mom, Casey, you sent me something but I don't think it is what you think it is." That's when I saw the zipper and when I opened it, I thought, "Must be a banana goes inside," so I put a banana in and went back to the package for directions or an indication who it was from. It definitely wasn't a banana dispenser. 

I then thought, "This is perverted, and I'm sending it back to Amazon." I went on with my day until Cynde called and asked if her gift arrived. It had, and I reacted with a harsh scolding that the monkey was ornery and I'm sending it to her."

"Bryan," she said. "It's for your car. The arms wrap around your car seat and you store tissues in it."

"Um, Cynde, let me know you your monkey," which I did and she got hysterical. She was crying. She couldn't stop laughing. "I don't think your tissue holder should look like this." 

"Well, you always by us crazy gifts," was her response. 

Well, I do...

..but, I mean...

Cynde. "Really?"

Now, to get this monkey into my car so that the next time Pam asks if I have napkins in my glove compartment as she honks her nose, I can say, "Reach around you. Cynde sent me a monkey, and he's got everything you need."

God bless, us. Everyone.