The Sock Monkey Chronicles: Part 1, On the Road

I'm at my parents' house for a few days for my birthday. On my last day at work before my vacation started, Tizzy gave me a sock monkey. (See, she's got a history with the sock monkeys.)

I liked Argyle--that's his name--so much that I decided he should make the drive with me. This is the beginning of our story:

He took a nap to be fresh for the drive.


I helped buckle him in.


He likes BK Croissanwiches as much as I do.


Refreshment at the rest stop.


He spent a lot of time looking out the window, contemplating the road and life.


"How about some tunes?"


"This one?"


"We're here! Let me get the bags!"


"Maybe I could use some help--not a lecture on how to apply the appropriate force."


"I got it!"


"Oh no! Not stairs.....PUSH!"


"Unhhhhhh!"


"Oh, just a little more..."


"Arghhhh....."


"Ahhhh...."


"I can't believe I made it inside...."


"I need to rest now."