hi, squeaky monkey bean

Hmmm....

Squeaky Monkey Bean. Sound like a nickname that could mean a whole lot of things.

Wait, maybe it wasn't meant to be a nickname, rather it was meant to be an order. At Baskin Robbins or Ben & Jerry's.

"Hello, can I have some squeaky monkey bean please? Two scoops in a triple-coated, sugar-basted, honeydew melon saturated, gooey cup-cone."

"Sorry, we don't have any more squeaky monkey bean, can I interest you in some Hanna Barbarella Almond Fondue?"

Ah, I can just taste it now.

No, really, I can. I just made myself some.

Yeah, it's one of the perks of working at home, you have a whole ice cream factory about a room away from where you are working. Makes finding a parking space when you head out to lunch, so much easier.

That's if I had a car in the first place. It's been about a year since I had my car in the same town as myself.

I tell people I sent my car to camp. Of course that was last summer. Over the "school year" I sent it away to boarding school. It's expensive these days to give your car an education. I mean, we know how hard it is for a car these days without a high school diploma. It's a shame how many of them are working dead-end jobs on dead-end streets. It's sad to see them driving down the wrong way on a one way street, destined to get parking tickets, or worse, towed.

Well, I am sure someone's doing something for the cause. I am sure there's a sister organization to M.A.D.D. out there. Something like B.O.I.L. (Brother's Opposed-to Illiterate Liveries).

Did I mention I spilled ice cream in the backseat of my car a year ago and never cleaned it up? Yum! :)