As it is now officially the “Year of the Monkey”, I looked around the house and discovered that I am harboring quite a few representations  of these wee beasties.   There is something adorable about the traits that we share with our simian relatives.

Here are a few of the monkeys that I have laying about the place.

The vintage tumbling monkey sits next to the flying screaming monkey (scream-less now thanks to Miss P) who holds the tiny sock monkey.

Side walking monkeys.

A plastic sock monkey that jumps rope.

A flipping monkey (that means it does a back flip, not a euphemism).

Riding monkeys.

In snow related news, I had to shovel 25 feet of snow off the street to be able to get my car out.  Why did I have to go out?   Miss P had an appointment!