Evenings with SheBean

So SheBean likes to sew something called sock monkeys, I'm not quite sure how she does it. Usually she pics out a pair of foot cover-thingies called 'socks' and turns them about, tugging and cramming them in a 'sewing macheen'. There was a time when she would curse too, but then she bought a new one and that stopped. Anyway, then she hacks the socks apart with skissors, and...I fall asleep. When I wake up there's this thing instead, looking at me. Kinda like this:

I don't know how she does it, but last night I decided to stay awake and find out. Once BabyBean fell asleep SheBean got a pair of hacked-apart socks and some other stuff, a pair of 'don't touch-sharp!', a spool of thread, and a packet of 'sharp! ouch! stop!'s. And a big crinkly bag of stuffy-fluff. She started to sew some parts together while I investigated the crinkly bag. It was smooshy and fun to flop on, then I batted the thread about for a bit while SheBean tried to get some for a 'stop! sharp!'. (She also said somethin about 'pulling a Millie' about the thread, which made me stop.)

Then. Oh man, SheBean showed me a side of her I'd never seen before. She took the stuffy-fluff and...and...she crammed it where the sun doesn't shine on that poor monkey. She was mean about it, grabbing handfulls and shoving them up there, cramming it about, it was all I could do to stop the horror. I climbed in her lap to distract her, but instead I saw something small, and squooshy, and I had to HAVE IT! I leaped like a true tiger, batting and rabbit kicking the thing about, and once I was sure of it's demise I started to carry it off when I heard SheBean yell: 'GIVE ME BACK THAT EAR!'.

Heh, at least she doesn't have to worry about it fighting back now. So it's a little damp, it'll dry off. Besides, if nobody buys it then maybe I can have it, I like biting the tail too! =^..^=