The real monkeys of the OC

It's official. Our house is up for grabs. Of course, you can only grab it if you give us a small fortune in return. I'm talking about an amount of money that to part with it will sear your very soul. Fortunately for us, most of the inhabitants of Orange County lost their soul long ago so the transaction should be painless.

David and I have been doing everything ourselves, from prepping the house for sale to writing the ad, taking the pictures and listing it. It's been a mad couple of weeks and we kind of lost track of our two three children for awhile... Clara has taken to eating the carpet pad... but I'm pretty sure she would have done that even if I had been offering her real food. Suffice to say that it's been a bit crazy around here, but oddly fulfilling, and now we just hope someone buys this place.

And since I've been horribly neglecting this blog I thought I'd give you all a little something that should carry you through for weeks. But I must warn you first that this is highly inappropriate material yet funny as hell. Seriously, if you're someone who isn't into animal porn (and, really, who isn't) then do not click the link below. I'm thinking if you're, say... my mother-in-law then you should run away now. And, grandma... you're hip and you may think you can handle it but I'm going to say that there are probably more meaningful ways to spend your time. Mom. Dad. Oh hell, I get my sense of humor from the two of you so I'm going to let you decide.

Don't be a hater. Be a lover... a monkey lover.