Hi! My name is Molly! I am 17, and I am currently staying with the Monkeys. I usually live with Papa Monkey and his girlfriend, but they are in New York.
I like it here. The Monkeys listen to their music really loud almost constantly. There are speakers in the ceiling of every room. They have to shout to get each other's attention. I am not used to this, but it is sort of exciting not to be in a quiet home.
I currently enjoy listening to tunes by Metric, The Temper Trap, Grouplove, Walk the Moon, Imagine Dragons, fun., The Killers, and Muse, but I'm especially digging new music from Garbage, The Smashing Pumpkins, No Doubt, and Green Day. It reminds me of my adolescent bird days. Those were such formative years.
The Monkeys also watch a lot of TV. I don't think I've ever watched this much TV. Ms. Monkey watches shows with food and dancing. And yelling. There is some mean guy who yells at people when they cook. And sometimes Ms. Monkey gets up to dance when she watches the dance shows. She doesn't think I'm watching her when she does this, but I am. She's pretty terrible. In some ways, it is more fun for me to watch her terrible dancing than it is for me to watch the dance show.
Tonight, the Monkeys are ignoring me. Mr. Monkey usually talks to me for a bit when he comes home, but today the Monkeys are taking care of a little girl who looks a lot like Mr. Monkey.
I was jealous that I was in my cage while they were watching movies together. The first one had a bunch of talking owls in it, and the second one featured a cat with a Spanish accent. They seemed to like the cat movie better, but obviously I preferred the owl movie. At one point, the Monkeys and the little girl all got up and acted like owls. That was simultaneously strange and amusing to me. The little girl was very good at hooting. She even encouraged me to chirp along.
Such nonsense does not occur in my home. I think I liked it.
I thought the little girl went to bed after the movies, but, around 10:15, this happened.
I snacked on some birdseed while the little girl ate rainbow sherbet and played with her ponies. She said bye to me when her parents came to pick her up. She was a nice girl.
Great post, Molly! You couldn't have chosen more enjoyable accommodations!ReplyDelete
Thanks, Nanette! I'm having a blast with the Monkeys!Delete
Molly is a fabulous writer! I like her take on things around the Monkey household.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Emily! I love writing! I don't get to do it that often at home. It's nice that Ms. Monkey let me peck at her computer.Delete
Molly's got great taste in music. Unexpected.ReplyDelete
I love the '90s!Delete
Whoa! Little Monkey Niece is so big now!ReplyDelete
She looked small to me!Delete
Molly, I love Ms Monkey's entries, but this by far is the best! Enjoy your stay!ReplyDelete
Why, thank you! Maybe I'll be back in the future!Delete
Chrome on my phone ate all these awesome comments I left!!! Too tired to try again.ReplyDelete
Squawk squawk! So disappointing, potato!Delete
I loved your post, Molly. It made me smile.ReplyDelete
I'm so happy to have made you smile, Liz! :)Delete
Wow, Molly, you're quite an observant bird. LMN is so lucky to have the Monkeys -- coolest uncle and aunt EVER.ReplyDelete
I have an eagle eye! Har har har!Delete
Thanks to you, children everywhere will be dining on 12-packs of beer. Genius!ReplyDelete
Eventually, the Monkeys did take the little girl off of the box. "Auntie Monkey, I can't feel my legs."Delete
Those Monkeys. Babysitting champions.
Molly want a cracker? I bet you never heard that one before...You need to guest blog more often.ReplyDelete
I would guest blog more often if somebody gave me crackers.Delete
I love this post. I think that Molly and I have the same taste in music.ReplyDelete
You have good taste, Grace!Delete