Friday, August 15, 2008


Is it us or does the "Choose a Chimp" headline next to a baby's photo seem odd? Ok, we thought maybe they're referring to the recent fad of choosing a monkey over children that the Orlando Sentinel talked about:

But we're gonna give them the benefit of the doubt and say this story is about the chimp sanctuary in Fort Pierce:

This was the question that begs an answer. We never did get to actually read the article because Miss Vero almost got her self kicked out of the pediatric dentist office yesterday, as we picked up this reading material and began howling and screaming with laughter. Now, we know ya'll are askin - Miss Vero, what in heaven's name were y'all doing in such a place? Hunnies, we were accompanying our good friend Lawdy Mama and her two non-monkids around town doing the back to school errands. Why? Because we find it so amusing to sing "It's the most wonderful time of the year" at the top of our lungs and twirl around with the shopping cart while buying school supplies. And anyway, we are celebrating the fact that come Monday, Lawdy Mama will have more time on her hands to shop, lunch and cocktail! With this in mind, it is Miss Vero's sincere recommendation that y'all choose real kids over monkids, cause there's no such thing as monkid school. But just to be sure, maybe we should check out the St. Ed's brochure, because for the right amount.....we're sure, just maybe....


Tomorrow night at the Vero Beach Museum of Art is the Magical Mystery Tour fund raiser. Miss Vero will be there! We'll post some pics and tell y'all about it on Monday. Haven't yet decided on what to wear, we're sure we still have something fabulous sixty's in the closet. Hope to see y'all there!



BlessUrHeart said...

Actually I thought the baby was the new "teen correspondent" - that whole purberty-coming-earlier idea really getting out of hand!

I am sure Miss Vero didn't snort and drool on the dentist's floor -- as I would have done. By golly, that's funny.

Monkids! -- I mean, people, go to the shelter and get some poor doggie or kitty that needs you. They'll be happy to have you dress them up. Leave the WILD animals alone.

The museum is dropping Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds for us, are they? Or just playing the music, perhaps. Didn't they think maybe the refreshment stand should reflect the era? We'll see. xoxo

Jethro Bovine said...

Miz V,

I'm thinkin' that Blessurheart is recommendin' adopting a monkey when she says to "Leave the WILD animals alone." (I think she was talkin' 'bout my brood of Bovine babies.) At least a monkey can hold a cup and collect loose change in Mallory Square.


BlessUrHeart said...

Jethro, dear, did not intend to demean your working relatives! The Bovines are true entrepreneurs in the carnival tradition. ;-)

My wild relatives are more of the mooooo version of Bovines -- but we didn't dress up the calves, and no opposable thumbs to help us beg for change.

And don't be lookin' at MY baby pictures. My grandma's first reaction was "She looks like a wild injun!" G'ma coulda used an injection of sweet little "Aunt Bea" genes, you know? lol.