She also teaches elementary school, which just feeds into her need to buy popsicle sticks and pipe cleaners for no discernable reason. I have told her that if this keeps up, we will ship her off to the midwest where she will gain 40-something pounds, and she agreed that it had gotten a little bit out of hand.
She has a boyfriend in Brooklyn which, given the fact that she lives in Albany, is somewhat of a trek, and they often don't see each other for weeks on end. She wants all their time together to be memorable and worthwhile-- more than just sitting around watching TV. She wants the two of them to do things together. Which is why, while walking through Wal-Mart the other day, she was ecstatic to come upon...a sock monkey kit.
And before I say anything else, let me comfort you with the fact that she caught herself before she purchased it and the monkey got no further than her glue gun-laden shopping cart, but the fact remains that, as she put it:
"I was walking down the aisle and I saw this kit where you make your own sock monkey and it was so cute! And I thought, wouldn't that be an awesome thing for Adrian and I to do together next time he comes up to visit-- we could spend the day at home together, making this sock monkey together. And I actually thought that-- thought about what a nice time we'd have and the monkey was in my cart for a good couple of minutes before I said,
'WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING? We're both in our early twenties and live in metropolitan areas, what on earth would possess me to think it's a good idea for me to put a sock monkey together with my boyfriend?"
I couldn't say, but I pray it isn't contagious. She's only a few months away from a part-time job at Michaels, taken solely for the discount on the yarn, which she will then use to knit baby clothes for her armies of sock monkeys.
I worry about her sometimes.