Debbi, are you sure you wouldn't be better off building a barn out in the country to raise those boys until you can conceivably shift them from the nest? When I was a kid, if you were too unruly, an adult would mutter, "must have been raised in a barn." Sounds like a pretty safe place to me. Let them hang like "monkeys" from the rafters to their hearts content!Brenda
My daughter lost a pillow on the thruway when her girls scout troop's troop leader's car-top carrier popped open this past summer. If you lived here in NY State, I'd ask if the pillowcase had colorful stripes.
Brenda, I should build them an ape house.Jim, We are in north Texas. That was quite a visual though things being strewn down the highway.
Those silly monkeys! lol
Pillow fighting by an open window?
Hi racquel, silly indeed.VP, could be. I just hope someone didn't sneak out last night and try to sleep in the yard.
Was it a pillow from your house or a strange pillow? We're thinking you've only got trouble if it is from your own house. Well... then again... if it wasn't from your kids then where did it come from?? And why would someone sneak out of the house WITH a pillow?? And how, if you are sneaking around with a pillow, do you loose it and not notice??Oh... I suppose NONE of those questions are helping... at all... sorry... LOL
shibaguyz, it was one of our pillows. Even weirder, somebody wrote a phone number on it.
Ummm, maybe the monkeys couldn't find a notebook and needed their friends' phone number?
Girl, the wind was blowing here TERRIBLY yesterday; the neighbor's plastic swimming pool was moving down the street. I wondered where my pillow went!
Cinj, you obviously have a boy. Nola, I wish I could blame that wind from yesterday. However, I am pretty sure there was a monkey wandering around in the yard last night.
When I used to sneak out of my bedroom window it never occurred to me to take a pillow with me! So whose phone # was it on the pillow anyway?--Curmudgeon
Curmudgeon, it turns out there were two phone numbers. One was my cell phone of all things. I have not got up the nerve to call the other one and admit to the person who answers why I called.
You might ring that number, find out who it is, then say "Sorry, wrong number."
barbee, The mystery is solved. The number is a friend of baby monkeys. Apparently, he had planned to camp out, started the process, and then left the pillow outside when I told him no.