The Perfect Sleep.

First of all .....no, it's not me.  Second ...it has nothing to do with Kish.  But man o' man does this shot tell volumes.
1) I am perfectly happy with who I am. (no cover or tent to hide behind)
2) I am single.  (No wife would allow such a display.)
3) I am successful. (I don't care who sees me or what they think.)
4) I am not from around these parts. (see above)
5) This chair is rated mega, mondo, super durable. (The apt. below him should worry however.)
6) I am not this big in my dreams. (look at his facial expression)

(Double click him)

7) I'm sleeping on a cat.  You want him when I wake up?
8) If I ever get my hands on the photographer, I'll kill 'im. ('nuff said)

The Olympic Loop

The monkey loves to ride.  He doesn't like to ride tied to the back cushion so much but he loves to ride.  We tried something new...between the windshields.  As you can see the view is noticeably better  (no enabler butt) however riding above the windshield can force feed bugs down ones throat.  (I figure he's got to eat anyway and the bugs are free....but nooooo....  he no likey.)  Rotten high maintenance vegetarian monkey.  Back to the rear view lash down with  you.

We're out the door at 8am on the new adventure.  Three hours to Port Angeles via Shelton, then 90 minutes to Forks, and four more hours back home.  Kish Kumen is dead positive that we (four of us) are stark raving mad.  There is something unsettling about 4 grown adults that spend a whole day on the back of 4 vehicles whose ultimate objective and inborn natural desire is to fall over on their sides. Even sadder is the three days it will take to remove the giddy grin from their faces.

Half way into the trip Kish gets bike sick.  You ever cleaned monkey puke off a leather seat or an enabler's butt?  Me neither and I wasn't about to get my first chance.  So we pull over along Crescent Lake outside of Port Angeles.  Kish spews toxic waste onto the side posts and we all skidaddle before the EPA can arrest us.  This shot is 3 seconds pre-puke.

This next shot was tricky. For years all I heard was Team Jacob this and Team Edward that.  You'd think that Kish was an adolescent girl or worse..... one of my daughters.  Take me to Forks.  I want to see the vampires.  I want to run with the werewolves. I want to hold Bellas' hand.  (I can't believe I knew that much about that Twilight poo-poo, ca ca, doodie.)  So here's proof that I took the little whiner to Forks.

Here's more proof.

Adventure one is over.  

Tigger said it best.   T.T.F.N.

THIS IS KISH KUMEN.  AND YES, ....HE IS A MONKEY. A STUFFED MONKEY.  A LITTLE WEE STUFFED MONKEY.  BECAUSE OF HIS SIZE HE WAS SUBJECTED TO ALL KINDS AND MANNERS OF CRUELTY AS A CHILD.  PICKED ON AT RECESS, DEPANTSED AT LUNCH TIME, AND LEFT HOME ON FRIDAY NIGHTS WHILE ALL THE OTHER MONKEYS WERE SWINGING IN THE TREES AND PILFERING THE NEIGHBORS BANANAS.  WE THINK HIS MISTREATMENT HAD A LOT TO DO WITH HIS ALCOHOLISM LATER IN LIFE AND HIS BRIEF DABBLING WITH THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY, (THE TWO SEEM PAINFULLY CONNECTED) BUT THEN THAT'S ANOTHER BLOG ENTRY.

THIS IS KISH'S RIDE.  HE MAKES ME TAKE HIM ON LONG TRIPS ON IT.  SINCE HIS LEGS ARE TOO SHORT TO REACH THE FLOOR BOARDS I AM FORCED TO LASH HIM TO THE BACK REST.

HE'S DRAGGING ME AROUND THE OLYMPIC LOOP TOMMORROW.  I'LL  GET SOME EVIDENCE OF HIS INHUMANE CRUELTY TOWARDS ME.

THE EVIL MONKEY.

IT BEGINS

WHAT FOLLOWS WILL BE THE TRUE LIFE ADVENTURES AND SEEDY HISTORY OF THE WORLD'S SMALLEST AND MOST WELL TRAVELED STUFFED GIBBON.

PLEASE PAY CLOSE ATTENTION SO AS NOT TO MISS ANY OF THE NUANCES AND CRAPOLA THAT IS HIS LIFE.

THIS IS THE FIRST BLOG.  I BEG YOUR PATIENCE WHILE I MASTER THIS CRAFT.

K.K.'S ENABLER