The Little Monkeys Are Growing Up.

I was set free because my greatest fear had been realized, and I still had a daughter who I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became a solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life. J. K. Rowling

Doug and I didn’t have time to write and illustrate a new post today… We were busy shopping with the teenage girls monkeys…

It’s homecoming dance time in Monkeyville… All day was spent looking for dresses, then shoes to match the dresses… then rings and earrings… then I lost consciousness. I was strapped to the roof of the car and driven around to even more shopping hotspots…

In reality, we had a nice family Saturday out and about. Sure, we had to shop more than usual, and didn’t get to the more creative adventures we usually do (art/farmers market, I miss you), but we managed to fit in lunch and plenty of monkey business…

Daughter One, Doug and Daughter Two.

Daughter One, Doug and Daughter Two.

We happened upon a girl Daughter One knows from her old school, and I SWEAR I thought she said her name was Ding Dong… It isn’t Ding Dong apparently, but I’m still not sure what it is. To me, she will remain Ding Dong…

I also learned that if someone has a mouthful of tea and you unexpectedly squeeze their cheeks, the tea will spurt out all over Daughter Two’s bag… Guess how I know…

So, the two little monkeys are ready for homecoming, and we had some fun along the way. All I need to do now is buy a new baseball bat for Doug. He’s going to the dance with my daughters…

AND… I shudder as I write this… Standing in one of the many lines today waiting to check out, I caught them both looking through a wedding magazine! I better get two baseball bats…



  1. what a beautiful daughters you have Doug!… They are very lucky ladys to have such a funny guy for a father; and I am sure you are a great daddy too, no wonder the lovely ladys look so happy and content.. 🙂 Thanks for sharing the nice picture..

    1. Thank you! I’m sure they don’t feel lucky all the time with me in the father seat… They’re 14-ish and 15. We do have lots of fun and rarely butt heads, but they’re still teenagers… If they get too bad I might put them up on Ebay…

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