Do you have my monkey?

Boy, my day was going great until I made a shocking discovery. Someone has stolen my monkey! I have a replica of the Santa Maria (not full size) on my desk and there's a little monkey with a fez who sits in it (like the original Fez Monkeys who came over to the New World on the real Santa Maria of course). This morning, I've realized that the ship was moved (it usually faces due Southeast and it was facing West) and the monkey is gone. Maybe he got the scurvy.

This is quite unnerving. I need to get my mind off it.

This weekend, I took down the decorations from the Storm party. The steamers were drooping so badly that they were rubbing my head when I walked by. The big lightning bolts however were hanging strong. I could have left those up, but without the streamers they just looked silly. You know, because if a neighbor saw the whole thing they'd be like, "Oh. Party," but with just the big lightning bolts they'd be more like, "Wow, I need to watch my kids closer."

As another condo update, my tree is no longer dying. It turns out that it needs far less water than I would have guessed. Through this experience, I think the tree and I have reached a watering agreement much like the Resurrection Plant and I have. The RP dies when it needs waters--turns brown and droops. I water it, and it pops right back up. It's a nice arrangement. The tree now knows to drop a couple leaves when it needs a glass of water. This is how I expect to care for children also.