Monkey on Our Backs

Monkey on Our Backs

H.E. turned to look at me. “I had a weird dream last night.”

“Uh-huh.”

“We were planning our wedding. I wanted to have a monkey there, and you didn’t.”

I blinked. “That is strange. You know I’d totally be OK with having a monkey at our wedding.”

“I know! That’s what made it so weird. It wasn’t like you.”

The dream must have been very vivid, though, because the subject came up time and time again over the next few days, which is weird in itself because the only time monkeys come up in our everyday conversations is when he compares my clumsy handling of an object to a monkey fucking a football.

He shook his head. “I still don’t understand why you didn’t want the monkey there. I was going to outfit him in a tuxedo and everything.”

I sighed. “Don’t worry about it. I would love to have a monkey at the wedding. You know that.”

“I know.”

He still couldn’t figure out the dream though, and we had more conversations like the one directly above, where he marveled at the weirdness, and I assured him I’d allow a monkey to attend the ceremonies.

Yet, a few days later, after he was reassured and had forgotten all about it, I started thinking about it on my own, wondering. Then, out of the blue, I shouted up the stairs to him.

“But there will be no footballs at the wedding!”

“OK!”

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6 thoughts on “Monkey on Our Backs”

  1. LOL! May be about time to get your prescriptions checked 😀 That’s so funny. Isn’t it amazing what our minds conjure up? Now I can kinda understand where Van Gough was coming from 😉

  2. Prescriptions, huh? What are you implying? 😀

    Conversations like this one are very commonplace in our household. Just last night I was cleaning the kitchen floors. I had a paper towel underneath each foot, and I was drying the surface, sliding my feet here and there. When H.E. came in, he gave an “Awww” of compassion and said, “Poor baby. I’ll buy you some ice skates. I’ll help fulfill your dream to skate at the Olympics.”

    I know. We’re crazy. 🙂

  5. Oh good. So, this means Alex can attend your wedding ceremony. Getting that man to wear a tuxedo, though, might be akin to pulling a tooth.

    And yes, he is a monkey. 😉

  6. H.E., I can’t type silence! 😀

    We heart you, too, Zee! 🙂

    And Minnie, Alex is definitely welcome!

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