This weekend I discovered a new found appreciation for my toys *snort* MaMa had brought me a new monkey at PetCo recently, but my favorite is still the black monkey which was once my MaMa’s. I ate it all up on Sunday and have barely stopped chewing on it since. Sometimes we forget how great the old, normal stuff is because of something new. We are completely happy and content and until something better comes along, but in reality, it is only better because its new. We forget the things that make us happy when faced with new prospects. *schnurf* I remembered my “old” this weekend. And am happier than ever.