Part 3

"3am comes around and I hear HELOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Can somebody help me?????

I come downstairs to find Monkey on the floor out of the bed underneath the pot. OHHHH EMMMM GEEE." (from part 2)

So I see Monkey on the floor under the pot and I'm lost for words or what to do. Remember I don't have any medical history. So I call my boss. At 3am. And she tells me to call the fire department. Now what I do know is that you cannot by any means pick up a person who is dead weight. You will break ze back. And I was young, I needed my back.

So I cover monkey up and chat with her and sit with her near the pot. She's a mixture of annoyed and relieved. And when the firemen get there her eyes light up with excitement. Big burly men get to lift her back into bed. bahahhaa. She was a trixter!!! She was flirting with those men like you wouldn't believe.

So I get her settled and she falls asleep as do I.

The next night I worked I get her all settled and I decided to hang out downstairs in the kitchen so I could spy on her to make sure she wasn't doing crazy things. So I chat on the phone with my bff for about 3-4 hours. You know, the kind of talk that you did in high school. Or even middle school. Chitter chatter over life and everything in it. It's now midnight. I spy. She's snoozing. So I go upstairs and I get ready for bed. Remember, I have the portable baby monitor. I can hear her snoozing. So I get into bed and go to sleep.

4am. HELOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Is somebody out there????

She's on the floor.....AGAIN..... So I dial 911...... AGAIN!

More later. ;-)

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