When I pass along the idiosyncrasies of my family, my friend Laura always says, "Great blog material."
Laura reads my blog and will feed me ideas: Monkey Butt powder, the people she sees at Wal-Mart in her home town, and of course, her own personal stories. :)
Monkey Butt Powder fell by the wayside once we learned that men know about it, and we women don't cause we have no need for this "powder," thus, since "monkey butt" is a real affliction ----it is not quite as funny.
So scratch the monkey butt blog -- no pun intended. :)
I know that sometimes when I put the word "monkey" with any other word, I go all giggly, as does my husband, family, and numerous friends. What is it about "monkey"?
One time at my niece's graduation from high school in Colorado, my former student Jess [who had relocated there] was chatting it up with my nephew Chapman, and they were discussing literature.
Me [aside]: Yes, literature. They have similar interests and sense of humor. They got all in a giggle fit over Celebrity Jeopardy [from SNL), and kept laughing and recounting those episodes. Then they segued into this ....
Jess: I just finished reading "Monkey Nuts" by D.H.Laurence.
Jess: No, it's a story.
Chapman: I've read it.
David: *chortles* Monkey Nuts? Bwhahahaha.
"Monkey Nuts" became a kind of line that was said over and over between us when the conversation lagged. We would say, "Monkey nuts," and then laugh all over ourselves. The others around us just thought we were being sophomoric.
Maybe we were.
Anyway, David and Chapman still say "monkey nuts" when they see each other and go into all kinds of laughs and giggles.
Last year, the game we played at Christmas was called Jungle Speed; it hadn't been brought out for play for five minutes before it was renamed "Monkey Spit" to much chuckling.
This year, David received his own "stuffed" monkey -- accompanied by one of his gifts. When he unwrapped the monkey, the whole family burst into laughter.
Cause it was a monkey......