1. Hand-painted monkey art. (Of monkeys, not by monkeys)
2. A pair of hermit crabs.
Here's the third thing I want: a poseable Kermit the Frog.
|Even Snoop Dogg appreciates the value of a homemade gift.|
Then one day BelSpouse and I got in a fight, and I got mad and started throwing things away. I'm pretty sure the fight was over what a slob I am. I can't imagine what else would have made me start throwing out my own stuff instead of his. I'm a little nuts sometimes, but I tend to have some rationale behind the crazy shit I do.
|Except wearing these jeans. All I can say is, it was the 80s.|
The other was my beloved poseable Kermit the Frog. I scooped him up with a bunch of other items I was angrily discarding, and I distinctly remember thinking, "This'll show him. I'll throw out this thing I love and will miss terribly when it's gone. Take that."
|Don't even try.|
But I want a new one. Because I miss my Frog With Benefits. And because I'm sorry I lost my temper and threw him away. But mostly because I don't think I have much chance of getting one. We always want what we can't have.
|See also: Tork, Peter.|
And you know, if you run across an orange crushed-velvet bedspread, you could throw that in, too.