Down the Rabbit Hole

Thank God for Flying Monkeys

The other day I saw a t-shirt that playfully proclaimed, "Don't make me break out my flying monkeys", I should have really bought it. I've been thinking lately about how handy a personal army of hostile flying primates with aggression problems and a well-equipped arsenal of weapons would be in my current situation. I'm fed up with my siblings, my work load is ridiculous and the humidity is driving my already depleted patience reserve to a record low. I'd love be in a place where where, having reached the end of my rope, I could simply cackle and point a crooked finger to the sky and send my team of flea-ridden, fang-baring apes with bat wings raining down on my enemies. Good times...good times....