I feel like today was badly dressed day in New York City. Everywhere I turned there was someone else who looked like they got dressed in the dark. New York is certainly a place where you see a lot of eccentric fashion, so I am not referring to people who were dressed crazy, but just people dressed badly. Here were a few of my favorites:
-Heavyset man with long bowl haircut like Peg from the SNL Target sketch. Hair is dyed red. Matched with a too tight untucked white dress shirt and bolo tie.
-Lady wearing a jacket, tank top and pants that are all too short on her, like she was 5'3 one day and woke up the next day 5'8 and still had to wear the same suit
-Man wearing a suit with such slim cut pants that I could unfortunately give you a description of his balls. Ick.
-Cute chunky asian girl wearing a dress so short you could almost see the bottom of her butt. And it was not a good look.
And then tonight, on a totally non-fashion related note, I think there was a narcoleptic man on the train in front of me. Because four minutes after he showed his ticket stub to the conductor, he was falling out of his seat, asleep, like hanging out into the aisle the way a dead person would be. I actually thought for a minute he was dead. He was obscuring the aisle with his pitched over sleeping. And he was dressed in a business suit. But when he woke up, I did see he was clutching a beer can. He didn't smell beer-ish, but I am still not sure. Either narcoleptic or drunk. Or both.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Ooops, I Cut Your Grass
So Brian called me the other day at a time he doesn't normally call (for the record, we're weird and regularly call each other around 11 am and 3:30 pm every day) so I asked if everything was ok.
He asked me if I had hired someone to mow our lawn. This wasn't out of the question as questions go, since we had, that very week, discussed the immediate need to have our lawn mowed. We were going to try it out once to see how much it cost and how long it lasted, because although it would be much cheaper to buy a lawn mower, our lawn is REALLY BIG. And yes, I am trying to brag. Because seriously, in Westchester, especially our area of our town, you do not get a big lawn. Yet we have one. A huge one, which means mowing it would take like 4 hours (ok, maybe not that long, I've never mowed a lawn before so I don't really know).
But no, I had not yet hired anyone to mow our lawn, and told him so. "Well, somebody mowed our lawn." He told me. He was dumbfounded. The whole thing had been done, back, front, sides, plants and flowers tended to, etc. Then he looked over at our next door neighbor's lawn, which was also beautifully groomed. He started wondering if that was coincidence. Then he checked our mailbox and found a business card from a local landscapers that said "Ooops! Enjoy your lawn!"
At first I thought it was a genius marketing strategy, that they mowed our lawn once for free because they knew we'd recently moved to the area and were trying to get our business. I mean, it worked too, because I am going to call them to arrange for a new appointment. But actually, we got further details later that night when our next door neighbor came over (his last name is Fuji, and every time I say it, I think of the Fugees, like Lauryn Hill, Wyclef and Pras live next door to us). So Mr. Fuji (we are so blanking on his first name, and since we totally want to become friends with him, we are hoping we remember it soon) says that apparently the landscaping company mistook our house for his and did the special "spring cleaning" service on it. Which apparently is quite pricely.
So dude, seriously, on the same week in which we determined that our grass was way too long and needed to call a landscaper, a landscaping service ACCIDENTALLY came and groomed our entire lawn. Do you know what I call that? Awesome.
He asked me if I had hired someone to mow our lawn. This wasn't out of the question as questions go, since we had, that very week, discussed the immediate need to have our lawn mowed. We were going to try it out once to see how much it cost and how long it lasted, because although it would be much cheaper to buy a lawn mower, our lawn is REALLY BIG. And yes, I am trying to brag. Because seriously, in Westchester, especially our area of our town, you do not get a big lawn. Yet we have one. A huge one, which means mowing it would take like 4 hours (ok, maybe not that long, I've never mowed a lawn before so I don't really know).
But no, I had not yet hired anyone to mow our lawn, and told him so. "Well, somebody mowed our lawn." He told me. He was dumbfounded. The whole thing had been done, back, front, sides, plants and flowers tended to, etc. Then he looked over at our next door neighbor's lawn, which was also beautifully groomed. He started wondering if that was coincidence. Then he checked our mailbox and found a business card from a local landscapers that said "Ooops! Enjoy your lawn!"
At first I thought it was a genius marketing strategy, that they mowed our lawn once for free because they knew we'd recently moved to the area and were trying to get our business. I mean, it worked too, because I am going to call them to arrange for a new appointment. But actually, we got further details later that night when our next door neighbor came over (his last name is Fuji, and every time I say it, I think of the Fugees, like Lauryn Hill, Wyclef and Pras live next door to us). So Mr. Fuji (we are so blanking on his first name, and since we totally want to become friends with him, we are hoping we remember it soon) says that apparently the landscaping company mistook our house for his and did the special "spring cleaning" service on it. Which apparently is quite pricely.
So dude, seriously, on the same week in which we determined that our grass was way too long and needed to call a landscaper, a landscaping service ACCIDENTALLY came and groomed our entire lawn. Do you know what I call that? Awesome.
Monday, April 27, 2009
We are so in Barbeque
So remember when I started this blog, and it was about how the bonus my office is planning on giving was going to go to a Barbeque, or at least that was my husband's plan? Well, as it turns out, the bonus is going to go to a designer purse instead, yay!
No, it's not because I am a terrible harpy of a wife and have decided against the BBQ plan. It's just that what with that last blog about unicorns and all, we decided we'd put some money from our tax refund to a new BBQ. And then my fabulous sister (and perhaps sole reader of this blog) and her husband actually chipped in for it as a house warming gift. And then gave us possibly the sweetest BBQ tool set known to man.
We've had this BBQ for like, 2 weeks maybe, and so far my husband has already cooked us hamburgers and hotdogs, bbq chicken, and even leg of lamb. And I have a feeling that's just the beginning. In a word, my husband is OBSESSED with our new acquisition.
He is so happy that it's warm enough for us to grill, although he says he'll be grilling in winter too. I am happy that he's happy, and I am happy that it's warm because now people are having garage sales! Although we have a BBQ, and are buying a fence, and hopefully getting a doggie, there isn't a vast river of money flowing around us. So I am hoping to supplement some of the empty spaces in our house with yard sale purchases.
I went on my first forage this weekend and came back with a very cool hunter green cabinet that I think will work really well in our dining room. I also got a very cute drawing of cats (its not as cheesy as it sounds) that is in a hunter green wood frame. Two different sales, and I find two hunter green things, random! But I got great prices and hopefully I will be to find more stuff that we need for the house, like a bistro set for the patio and a comfy chair for my office.
As for the designer bag, let's just say that the designery-ness of said bag will have a lot to do with whether the bonus is walmart worthy or marc jacobs-ly delicious.
No, it's not because I am a terrible harpy of a wife and have decided against the BBQ plan. It's just that what with that last blog about unicorns and all, we decided we'd put some money from our tax refund to a new BBQ. And then my fabulous sister (and perhaps sole reader of this blog) and her husband actually chipped in for it as a house warming gift. And then gave us possibly the sweetest BBQ tool set known to man.
We've had this BBQ for like, 2 weeks maybe, and so far my husband has already cooked us hamburgers and hotdogs, bbq chicken, and even leg of lamb. And I have a feeling that's just the beginning. In a word, my husband is OBSESSED with our new acquisition.
He is so happy that it's warm enough for us to grill, although he says he'll be grilling in winter too. I am happy that he's happy, and I am happy that it's warm because now people are having garage sales! Although we have a BBQ, and are buying a fence, and hopefully getting a doggie, there isn't a vast river of money flowing around us. So I am hoping to supplement some of the empty spaces in our house with yard sale purchases.
I went on my first forage this weekend and came back with a very cool hunter green cabinet that I think will work really well in our dining room. I also got a very cute drawing of cats (its not as cheesy as it sounds) that is in a hunter green wood frame. Two different sales, and I find two hunter green things, random! But I got great prices and hopefully I will be to find more stuff that we need for the house, like a bistro set for the patio and a comfy chair for my office.
As for the designer bag, let's just say that the designery-ness of said bag will have a lot to do with whether the bonus is walmart worthy or marc jacobs-ly delicious.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
No One In the Club has Swagger Like Us
Brian and I speak to each other in quotes. I don't mean that we use air quotes, like Chris Farley in his "van down by the river" speeches from SNL. I mean that we hear quotes that we just love from movies, tv shows, commercials, and songs, and then we just can't stop saying them to each other, over and over and over and over again. I suspect a lot of couple speak to each other in this kind of language. My parents had some quotes that I never even knew were from pop culture until I was an adult.
Apparently many of my parents quotes came from Monty Python, including "Not the comfy chair!" They also peppered in SNL references "Cheeburger, Cheeburger, Cheeburger" and of course the ever repeated misheard song lyrics like "Two American kids growing up, in a garbage can" (from Jack & Diane by John Cougar Mellencamp).
Brian and I have quotes that are primarily comprised of rap lyrics and Will Ferrell movies. For example, several from Anchorman: "Don't act like you're not impressed" and "Baxter, you know I don't speak Spanish" and "Go back to your home on Whore Island."
And then there are the rap quotes. I am really really cheesy and still have to tell people "So take off all your clothes" whenever they say "It's hot in here" (I know, I'm like ten years too late on that one, thanks a lot Nelly).
One of our most recent favorites comes from a T.I. song. Brian and I downloaded T.I.'s album after we realized that he was the rapper on two recent radio songs we liked "Whatever You Like" and "Live Your Life" (with Rihanna). T.I. has some pretty interesting lyrics. Not like Fugee quality intelligence, but cool none the less. I am not even going to get into the extremely naughty actual main chorus lyrics to "Whatever You Like" which give the song a FAR different meaning than the radio version does. Hint: "Treat you so special so nice" is replaced by "Late night sex so blank and so blank" (it doesn't exactly rhyme with special and nice, but it does rhyme with "bet" and "light" (come on, you can do it!).
But anyway, the oft quoted song in question is actually "Swagger Like Us." First of all, because I am like six months behind in what is hip, I didn't know until I finally downloaded awesome female rapper M.I.A.'s album today that "Swagger Like Us" is sampled from her very awesome song "Paper Planes" (which you might recognize from Pineapple Express, another movie we have started quoting).
Ok, but I digress. So the line in Swagger Like Us is not even said by T.I. The song features 3 other rappers: Kanye West (who has really creative lyrics on his albums), Lil Wayne (who I can't take seriously because he is like five feet tall and has a tear tattoo on his face) and the always loveable senior, Jay Z. Jay Z is actually the quote deliverer. He says "Can't wear skinny jeans cause my knots don't fit." When I heard this the first time, I totally thought he said "Can't wear skinny jeans cause my nuts don't fit". Which totally makes sense. If you have giant balls, it would be tough to wear skinny jeans. And then even after I realized it was knots, I still thought maybe knots was code for balls. But apparently knots refers to a large bank roll. So he's saying that he carries around too much money in a bankroll in his pants to fit into skinny jeans (which I guess, is the financial equivalent of having big balls).
For some reason though, Brian and I find this endlessly enjoyable to say to each other. We can work it into normal conversation with ease. That's the best - you've got to slip in your funny quotes so they just glide with the conversation, then they are funnier. Which means I can't slip one in now, because you'd be expecting it. Unless I said that we could play a little game called just the tip. Do you know where that one was from?
Apparently many of my parents quotes came from Monty Python, including "Not the comfy chair!" They also peppered in SNL references "Cheeburger, Cheeburger, Cheeburger" and of course the ever repeated misheard song lyrics like "Two American kids growing up, in a garbage can" (from Jack & Diane by John Cougar Mellencamp).
Brian and I have quotes that are primarily comprised of rap lyrics and Will Ferrell movies. For example, several from Anchorman: "Don't act like you're not impressed" and "Baxter, you know I don't speak Spanish" and "Go back to your home on Whore Island."
And then there are the rap quotes. I am really really cheesy and still have to tell people "So take off all your clothes" whenever they say "It's hot in here" (I know, I'm like ten years too late on that one, thanks a lot Nelly).
One of our most recent favorites comes from a T.I. song. Brian and I downloaded T.I.'s album after we realized that he was the rapper on two recent radio songs we liked "Whatever You Like" and "Live Your Life" (with Rihanna). T.I. has some pretty interesting lyrics. Not like Fugee quality intelligence, but cool none the less. I am not even going to get into the extremely naughty actual main chorus lyrics to "Whatever You Like" which give the song a FAR different meaning than the radio version does. Hint: "Treat you so special so nice" is replaced by "Late night sex so blank and so blank" (it doesn't exactly rhyme with special and nice, but it does rhyme with "bet" and "light" (come on, you can do it!).
But anyway, the oft quoted song in question is actually "Swagger Like Us." First of all, because I am like six months behind in what is hip, I didn't know until I finally downloaded awesome female rapper M.I.A.'s album today that "Swagger Like Us" is sampled from her very awesome song "Paper Planes" (which you might recognize from Pineapple Express, another movie we have started quoting).
Ok, but I digress. So the line in Swagger Like Us is not even said by T.I. The song features 3 other rappers: Kanye West (who has really creative lyrics on his albums), Lil Wayne (who I can't take seriously because he is like five feet tall and has a tear tattoo on his face) and the always loveable senior, Jay Z. Jay Z is actually the quote deliverer. He says "Can't wear skinny jeans cause my knots don't fit." When I heard this the first time, I totally thought he said "Can't wear skinny jeans cause my nuts don't fit". Which totally makes sense. If you have giant balls, it would be tough to wear skinny jeans. And then even after I realized it was knots, I still thought maybe knots was code for balls. But apparently knots refers to a large bank roll. So he's saying that he carries around too much money in a bankroll in his pants to fit into skinny jeans (which I guess, is the financial equivalent of having big balls).
For some reason though, Brian and I find this endlessly enjoyable to say to each other. We can work it into normal conversation with ease. That's the best - you've got to slip in your funny quotes so they just glide with the conversation, then they are funnier. Which means I can't slip one in now, because you'd be expecting it. Unless I said that we could play a little game called just the tip. Do you know where that one was from?
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Tax reurn=fence=dog? Unicorn taking flight!
When Brian and I were house shopping, my sister was positively insistent that we consider the school district of the house we were buying. Brian and I are not parents, and we don't plan on having kids for a couple of years. So the idea of having to find a house in a good school district didn't seem so important. Say we had a kid in three years from now. Kids don't start kindergarden until they are five, so that would be eight full years from now. Who knew if we'd even be living in the house we chose in eight years?
At first Brian and I resisted - on our first day out we'd seen some lovely houses in New Rochelle that turned out to be zoned for a terrible school, and I mean really terrible. If we had to consider school district, those houses were out along with a bunch of others on our list. The whole idea seemed so bizarre, that we had to consider these non-existent mythical future creatures (which I had now taken to calling unicorns for their mythic status) when house shopping. But the more we thought about it, the more sense it did actually make. After all, it's much harder to sell a house in a bad school district. For that reason alone it was worth it to try.
Another thing that I looked at when we were house shopping was backyards and their dog worthiness. I commented on it so much the first day that our real estate agent asked what kind of dog we had. But our dog too, was just a hypothetical. So we were looking for a house that had a good school for our unicorn children and a good backyard for our unicorn dog. And we found said house, in a school district so good they apparently teach them foreign language in elementary school! And our backyard is the biggest backyard imaginable, like, so big you could build an addition, then put in a pool, and still have room for your unicorn dog and your unicorn children to run around in.
Ok, so moving on. We just found that the government is going to be kind to us this year and we will get a bit of a refund. More than a bit really, enough so that I think we may be able to afford to fence in our beautiful enormous yard. Which is a fabulous thing, because we've really been wanting to get a doggie now for a while, and thought we might have to put up like a zip line thingy for the dog to run on from his leash, since we couldn't afford a fence. But now, if we get a fence, then our unicorn doggie can fully materialize into an actual real life doggie and run free and happy in our wonderful yard.
Needless to say, I am excited. We are going to get a pound doggie, so we're assuming it will be a mutt, but mutts are cool. If it was pure breed, some of our faves are chocolate labs and shiba inus (but how many shiba inus show up at the pound?). Some other mixes that I wouldn't mind getting into a dog are a sheltie, australian cattle dog, and many other lovely combinations of doggie. So I'll keep you updated.
At first Brian and I resisted - on our first day out we'd seen some lovely houses in New Rochelle that turned out to be zoned for a terrible school, and I mean really terrible. If we had to consider school district, those houses were out along with a bunch of others on our list. The whole idea seemed so bizarre, that we had to consider these non-existent mythical future creatures (which I had now taken to calling unicorns for their mythic status) when house shopping. But the more we thought about it, the more sense it did actually make. After all, it's much harder to sell a house in a bad school district. For that reason alone it was worth it to try.
Another thing that I looked at when we were house shopping was backyards and their dog worthiness. I commented on it so much the first day that our real estate agent asked what kind of dog we had. But our dog too, was just a hypothetical. So we were looking for a house that had a good school for our unicorn children and a good backyard for our unicorn dog. And we found said house, in a school district so good they apparently teach them foreign language in elementary school! And our backyard is the biggest backyard imaginable, like, so big you could build an addition, then put in a pool, and still have room for your unicorn dog and your unicorn children to run around in.
Ok, so moving on. We just found that the government is going to be kind to us this year and we will get a bit of a refund. More than a bit really, enough so that I think we may be able to afford to fence in our beautiful enormous yard. Which is a fabulous thing, because we've really been wanting to get a doggie now for a while, and thought we might have to put up like a zip line thingy for the dog to run on from his leash, since we couldn't afford a fence. But now, if we get a fence, then our unicorn doggie can fully materialize into an actual real life doggie and run free and happy in our wonderful yard.
Needless to say, I am excited. We are going to get a pound doggie, so we're assuming it will be a mutt, but mutts are cool. If it was pure breed, some of our faves are chocolate labs and shiba inus (but how many shiba inus show up at the pound?). Some other mixes that I wouldn't mind getting into a dog are a sheltie, australian cattle dog, and many other lovely combinations of doggie. So I'll keep you updated.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Um, really? Hubby Call Out #2
As I mentioned in my Pavlov's Toothbrush post I intend to post funny, slightly embarassing things about my husband until he reads my blog. I have even told him that the first one was out there, and yet, AND YET he still hasn't read it. Rawr. That's my mildly annoyed noise.
So for topic 2, I thought I should cover some of Hubby's quirks. Oh, and I think I am going to finally say his name, because it's not like it's a state secret, since anyone who reads this does probably already know me. I love living with Brian (that's hubster's name) and I love love love being married to him. He rocks, let me just say that. And let me also say that if he were to make a list of my quirks, they might perhaps be twice as long. So please don't think my husband is a wacky tyrant when you read the following paragraphs.
Living with someone is really interesting, because you learn things about them you'd never really know if you weren't privy to the full life they live, not just the part where they take you on dates or go on vacation or you have sleepovers at their apartments. Being with someone every day makes you utterly aware of all their peculiarities.
Here are a few of Brian's endearing quirks:
1) Brian cooks us gourmet dinners every night (yes, I know, I am the luckiest girl ever). But apparently, it is heresy if we don't have a vegetable with our meal. There is always a meat, a starch, and a veggie. And if he doesn't make a seperate veg, he either apologizes or confirms that this is ok. What, no brocolli? I divorce you!
2)He folds his t-shirts in the strangest way I've ever seen, so that they are stood up at the fold. I can't even explain it. It looks like something out of a magazine, but it's cute.
3)He washes his face and entire body with his shampoo. It makes no sense. I have laughed hysterically many a time when I have seen this. He does also use soap, by the way, so I am not sure why he likes transferring the extra shampoo from his head to his body. But I'll turn around in the shower and he'll be covered in it.
OK, now on to the quirks I could live without:
1) It is a crime if I do not close the door to my closet. Yes, he built the closet in our new house (I know, awesome). And I get that the cat might get in the closet and shed even more on our clothes (Murray is a long haired white cat) if I left it open. But honestly - in those ten minutes between when I put my clothes on and then went into the bathroom to dry my hair, what is so horrible about leaving the closet open?
2) He asks, in some degree of seriousness, if I am trying to waste money when I have more than two lights on in the house at one time. I grew up in a house where we kept whatever lights on that we wanted. It's not like we did it to waste money, I think we just liked having a house that was illuminated. Now I have to fight with the man in the dark cave to keep some damn lights on.
3) Every morning he is convinced we are going to be late for the train. This one is definitely getting better the longer we've lived here in the house, but I think at least 20 seperate times he has been convinced we are going to be late for the train. I've got the whole thing down to a science - I know exactly how much time I've got (not much, really, we want as much sleep as we can get, so we get up at 6:30 and have to be out of the door at 7:00) and I even know that I should have the hairdryer on by 6:55 to make sure things all go according to plan. 2 minutes before I am ready, he'll start freaking that we're going to miss the train. At first I tried to rush for him, actually believing we might be late. But then I noticed that every single day, every time I got in the car, it was 7:00. Maybe 6:59, maybe 7:01. But honestly. Chill out. And guess what - there is another train less than 10 minutes after the one we take. Oh the horror!
I've got a thousand more things to tell you, about him, about me, about life, but I am tired so I am going to go turn off the light, make sure my closet door is closed, and tease him about the fact that we had steak and eggs tonight with no veggie.
So for topic 2, I thought I should cover some of Hubby's quirks. Oh, and I think I am going to finally say his name, because it's not like it's a state secret, since anyone who reads this does probably already know me. I love living with Brian (that's hubster's name) and I love love love being married to him. He rocks, let me just say that. And let me also say that if he were to make a list of my quirks, they might perhaps be twice as long. So please don't think my husband is a wacky tyrant when you read the following paragraphs.
Living with someone is really interesting, because you learn things about them you'd never really know if you weren't privy to the full life they live, not just the part where they take you on dates or go on vacation or you have sleepovers at their apartments. Being with someone every day makes you utterly aware of all their peculiarities.
Here are a few of Brian's endearing quirks:
1) Brian cooks us gourmet dinners every night (yes, I know, I am the luckiest girl ever). But apparently, it is heresy if we don't have a vegetable with our meal. There is always a meat, a starch, and a veggie. And if he doesn't make a seperate veg, he either apologizes or confirms that this is ok. What, no brocolli? I divorce you!
2)He folds his t-shirts in the strangest way I've ever seen, so that they are stood up at the fold. I can't even explain it. It looks like something out of a magazine, but it's cute.
3)He washes his face and entire body with his shampoo. It makes no sense. I have laughed hysterically many a time when I have seen this. He does also use soap, by the way, so I am not sure why he likes transferring the extra shampoo from his head to his body. But I'll turn around in the shower and he'll be covered in it.
OK, now on to the quirks I could live without:
1) It is a crime if I do not close the door to my closet. Yes, he built the closet in our new house (I know, awesome). And I get that the cat might get in the closet and shed even more on our clothes (Murray is a long haired white cat) if I left it open. But honestly - in those ten minutes between when I put my clothes on and then went into the bathroom to dry my hair, what is so horrible about leaving the closet open?
2) He asks, in some degree of seriousness, if I am trying to waste money when I have more than two lights on in the house at one time. I grew up in a house where we kept whatever lights on that we wanted. It's not like we did it to waste money, I think we just liked having a house that was illuminated. Now I have to fight with the man in the dark cave to keep some damn lights on.
3) Every morning he is convinced we are going to be late for the train. This one is definitely getting better the longer we've lived here in the house, but I think at least 20 seperate times he has been convinced we are going to be late for the train. I've got the whole thing down to a science - I know exactly how much time I've got (not much, really, we want as much sleep as we can get, so we get up at 6:30 and have to be out of the door at 7:00) and I even know that I should have the hairdryer on by 6:55 to make sure things all go according to plan. 2 minutes before I am ready, he'll start freaking that we're going to miss the train. At first I tried to rush for him, actually believing we might be late. But then I noticed that every single day, every time I got in the car, it was 7:00. Maybe 6:59, maybe 7:01. But honestly. Chill out. And guess what - there is another train less than 10 minutes after the one we take. Oh the horror!
I've got a thousand more things to tell you, about him, about me, about life, but I am tired so I am going to go turn off the light, make sure my closet door is closed, and tease him about the fact that we had steak and eggs tonight with no veggie.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Everyone needs a monkey lamp
I love monkeys. I'm not sure I've mentioned that before on this blog. I LOVE MONKEYS. I don't know why I like them so much, but man, I do. I don't want to own one or anything, though I wouldn't mind holding a monkey (assuming said monkey was cuddly). I think they are really funny, and I love their little people like quirks - like have you ever seen a monkey that had to walk through water and didn't want to? I did once, on this amazing Planet Earth special on Discovery channel. And the monkey was totally high stepping it, with it's hands all up in the air, like, oh, I can't believe I have to walk across this water - like a lady caught in the rain in high heels.
So, don't you think I should find a reason to own these lamps:
These are the "Simian Glow Monkey Table Lamps", which are sold across a whole bunch of sites, including the one I linked you too, which is Touch of Class I think. Hubby and I actually considered buying these as bedside table lamps until we realized how tall the monkey tails were (a little too tall for bedside lamps). I just love how quirky it is, that you can actually buy lamps shaped like Monkeys. I do wonder if people buy these without understanding the comedic value of them. Like, "oh honey, these lamps will complete our jungle themed rec room!" Either way, I totally heart them.
So, don't you think I should find a reason to own these lamps:
These are the "Simian Glow Monkey Table Lamps", which are sold across a whole bunch of sites, including the one I linked you too, which is Touch of Class I think. Hubby and I actually considered buying these as bedside table lamps until we realized how tall the monkey tails were (a little too tall for bedside lamps). I just love how quirky it is, that you can actually buy lamps shaped like Monkeys. I do wonder if people buy these without understanding the comedic value of them. Like, "oh honey, these lamps will complete our jungle themed rec room!" Either way, I totally heart them.
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