My Future? It's a Bright One.

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This blog is quickly digressing into an All Sock Monkeys, All the Time network, which initially worried me. After some thought, however, I realized that this could eventually lead to a really sweet legacy.

You all will be grandparents one day, swaying back and forth on your rocking chairs, watching the grandchildren play with their stuffed animals. This will spark fond old memories, and someone will sigh, "Remember that girl who became a professional sock monkey blogger? Rachelskirts? Man, she was fantastic."

One of you will play the role of the cranky old man, muttering under your breath, "Pfft. Lazy whore! Everyone only liked her because of the sock monkeys."

I will lean over and bop you on the head, screeching, "Finnigan! I'm right here! For heaven's sake. Some days, I wonder why I married you."

We will all chuckle, and then the grandchildren will glare at us and tell us to get back to watching Matlock.

P.S. Anyone want to audition for the part of Finnigan? Because for realz, I talk about sock monkeys all the gosh dang time, and I'm still single. The universe is a cruel, cruel place.

Thursday's Child

Thursday's Child

I don't think I could be a Finnigan. I just don't look the part. A Finnigan should have red hair, methinks.

Rachelskirts

Rachelskirts

Thursday's Child - Only single men need apply anyway. You've got yourself a lovely lady already, and I would think you a total fool to give her up.

On another note, my very first kiss was with a red-headed fellow. It was awful — the kiss, the experience, the everything. It would take a very awesome red-head to get me past that moment.

d

d

i would love to be finnigan. and i've got red hair. and i drink scotch and should turn out to be a pretty convincing crotchety old man.

oh i just read your kissing nightmare.

trust me. i'm a pretty good kisser.

Deus Ex Fimus

Deus Ex Fimus

I could totally be convincing as a bitter old man. Plus I have to listen to this one lady at work call me Bennigan all day, so it's not really a huge change. Think about it.

Jace of Fuse!

Jace of Fuse!

I just don't think I'd make a good Finnigan. It doesn't really sound like a pirate name to me and my hair is green, not red.

Fuse! and Finnigan both start with the same letter, though. So you can feel free to call me whatever you want. FNORD

James

James

I would make myself available for the Finnigan part, but to be honest I fear I would always be second to the sock puppets. I'm not sure I could cope with that over the long term.

Scrangie

Scrangie

I'm a bitter old man!

Jeremiah

Jeremiah

I could never be a grumpy old man. I like to laugh and have fun too much.

Thursday's Child

Thursday's Child

For the record, my lady's a pretty awesome red-head, but that doesn't help you with your deal there.

Chris Magnusson

Chris Magnusson

I could never be a Finnigan because I'm not ever going to be an old man. Ideally, at least.

I was very dismayed when I celebrated my most recent birthday and I realized I was 31. I could've sworn I was 23 two days earlier!

Gilligan

Gilligan

Ah sigh. I am a redhead, but not an old man, and certainly not single... alas... though I may audition, I am not qualified for the role. Best of luck on your search though!

Rachelskirts

Rachelskirts

d - He loves me!

Deus Ex Fimus - He loves me!

Jace of Fuse - He loves me not. :( OH WAIT. He loves me, but only if I read between the squiggly lines.

James - He loves me not. :(

Scrangie - She loves me. (Ow ow!)

Jeremiah - He loves me not. :(

Thursday's Child - He loves me not. :(

Chris Magnusson - He loves me not. :(

Gilligan - He loves me not. :(

Jace of Fuse!

Jace of Fuse!

I can so see you pulling the leaves off of a clover...

"He loves me... he loves me not..."

Best to use 3 and 5 leaf clovers for such a task.

gRegor

gRegor

Oh man, I laughed pretty hard at "Pfft. Lazy whore!"

Oh, the things we'll get away with saying once we're senior citizens. Fun times!

Matlock rocks.

This comment is 100% serious, no sarcasm.

Rachelskirts

Rachelskirts

Jace of Fuse! - I always plucked the petals from dandelions, actually.

gRegor - Sometimes, I can't wait to be an old lady (as evidenced by that one time I turned 82 years old on my 22nd birthday). All rude and cranky behavior will be dismissed on account of my age, and I'll have earned the right to sit on my butt watching TV all day while spreading rumors about the other old ladies and what cheating sluts they are at Scrabble. Hurray!