|The most awesome lamp ever. EVAR. And yes, that is a Han Solo bookmark next to it!|
Anyway, every now and then, my mom will give me a monkey-themed gift or card or whatever, the most epic of these being my prized monkey lamp. It has been a point of contention between me and The Bastard, such as when we moved into this apartment:
Me: Hey! I just unpacked the monkey lamp!
Dan: Oh. Yay.
Me: Where do you think we should put it? Do you think the living room is too big a space for it? It's not a very big lamp.
Dan: I think the closet could use some more light.
Me: What?! The monkey lamp needs to be seen! The monkey lamp is awesome!
Dan: The monkey lamp is creepy.
Me: Whatever! I'm putting it by the bed!
So that's how the monkey lamp ended up on my nightstand. Anyway, I couldn't sleep so somehow between chapters of "Sphere" and pondering turning off the light again, I took a good look at the lamp.
Holy shit! He looks like Copernicus! For those of you who do not know of Copernicus, he's a stuffed monkey that The Bloggess recently purchased from a thrift store. He likes to give hugs and may be missing part of his face. Now I'm thinking that he also may have modeled for lamps when he was younger, which means Jenny seriously got a deal on him.
Also, since I'm sharing my decor with everyone, this is my zebra lamp that one of my friends gave me for my 21st birthday. I loved it because I adore tacky zebra print, and because it goes so well with my monkey lamp.
Consequently, The Bastard has forbidden me from shopping with The Bloggess, even though I've never met her and probably won't unless I begin stalking her or somehow convince Nathan Fillion to take a picture with twine. I am warming The Bastard up to the idea of getting me a "Knock-knock, motherfucker" t-shirt for Christmas, though.