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Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Mossy beat the monkeys.......

and the monkeys (aka nonni's noodles or my grandchildren) were not very happy about that!  Have you heard the wee chant:  You get what you get and you don't throw a fit?  We ALL were introduced to it this very morning.  The  morning seemed normal enough.  It dawned clear and beautiful and very clearly pronounced to us that it needed donuts, so a dozen of these special-made-to-order beauties were a must.  Excitement was palatable as we all poured milk and juice and prepared to devour each morsel of the carefully ordered donuts.    Only no one was watching the box.  No one saw a corner lifted and not one but two donuts disappear in the blink of an eye.  Me and my monkeys (yes, I know this is not grammatically correct and yes, whimsey is spelled wrong, but this is MY blog.  If I can't do my own thing here than where????).   Oh, how I digress.   Well, chalk up first rant of the day.  Okay, okay back to the sugar haul.   Shock.  We were all speechless.  Only there was not silence, but a cadence of some kind coming from below.  It was coming from Mossy as she shimmied up the table leg and it  became more and more clearer the closer she came.

You get what you get and you don't throw a fit.  You get what you get and you don't throw a fit.  You get what you get and you don't throw a fit.  

Now this might have been somewhat more effective if the little minx did not have sprinkles in her hair and pink icing on her nose!  I truly was not sure how this was going to play out.  Mutiny was in the air as each of my monkeys eyed each other as the culprit.  For you see, Mossy appears to me and as of yet no one else.  This can create a real pickle at times!  Suddenly, the tide turned and I was once again speechless.....for you see, the youngest began to hum the cadence.  The oldest began to chant the words.  You get what you get and you don't throw a fit!  Giggles filled the air and 10 donuts were quickly divided out by the 6 in attendance.  This actually included each donut cut into 4 which was a very good thing as more monkeys arrived as the morning proceeded.

How quickly the tide can turn!  No mention of Mossy was made that morning.  As I had followed her progress to the rafters above she gave me a wink and a nod and that's when I saw it!  A tire swing.  Only the tire was a beautifully iced-pink donut hung by a strip of brightly colored wool.  With the ability to only hook one leg through the center, Mossy swung to and fro upside down smiling and giggling as Mossy, Monkeys and Me chanted:

YOU GET WHAT YOU GET AND YOU DON'T THROW A FIT (muffled only slightly with the many mouths full of sugary delight)!!!

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1 comment:

  1. Love it!! Although maybe Gdaddy is blaming Mossy?? But then there's the tire swing...


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