Woo, I was going to post today but then I got an early release from work which, to a heathen like me, was completely unexpected. Anyway, nothing I write could be funnier than this email I received from my husband earlier today:
I was strolling through the Wal Mart at lunch (confirmed most icky store ever) when I spotted woman carrying a small monkey in a baby pouch. It looked to be a serious monkey, because the lady wanted no part of monkey interaction. Why you carry such a serious monkey?
That's why I married him, folks.