monkeying around

Not my best model-look, but the camera was dying and there weren't a lot of options.

Sweater: Gap, Belt/Skirt/Earrings: Thrifted, Boots: DSW,  (In case you noticed--New Bra: Thank You Victoria Secrets-- if you didn't notice I apologize for drawing your attention in that direction.)

Sometimes Nick and I act like monkeys.

I am not quite sure how this tradition started but I do know that at one point we would goof around by flaring out nostrils at each other.

Over time this intimidation tactic evolved into increasingly simian actions.

We have now established a look, a language, a walk, a dance and a playful hit. (Only I do this last one and although Nick never comes right out and says it, I know he thinks that it's so funny when I gorilla slap him--playfully of course.)

Oh the humanity. Where will we end?

Hopefully at a dollar theatre near us.