I finally opted to harvest my bed pillows and get this monkey off my back. Har Har. There isn't a craft store anywhere in this town. Where's a girl gonna get her polyfill and googly eyes need met? But I was sick of looking at that deflated monkey with no eyes somehow glaring me down. Sewing by hand is insane, even sweat shops provide machines for crying out loud. Laura Ingalls Wilder was one hardcore motherf*****. I'll bet I still beat Spencer, who was last seen wearing his sock monkey.
