It's freakin' freezin' around these parts lately, but luckily for monkey I have buckled down and made him a swanky Tam O' Shanter.
Poor monkey has been hatless since August, when he was already overdue for July's MOS project. He also doesn't have a name. I was hoping that maybe one would be forthcoming by the time I finished his hat, but not much is coming to mind. I don't know if that's writers block or all the super-strong Weston's 'Old Rosie' I have imbibed this evening.
Just a short while ago, Rob and I enjoyed a rousing bout of 'Gateaux Gladiators' - a game in which competitors, armed with a spoon, must cram as much cake into one's mouth whilst simultaneously smashing cake off one's opponent's spoon and attempting to scoop it out of their mouth in order that one might eat THE MOST cake and thus become the winner. Things took a turn for the worse however, as both of us inhaled some rather large clumps, and nigh on choked to death whilst not enjoying what was actually quite a delicious chocolate gateaux. Rob nearly died the most though, so I definitely won. Alright!