I was once hanging out with a bunch of musician friends at Mary Rose's house in Connecticut. We were playing Apples to Apples in the living room, and, right after one of my turns, I ran to the kitchen to check the casserole in the oven. Someone had a sweet mini sock monkey key chain on the table and called out to ask "Whose sock monkey is this?" A few moments later Mary Rose stuck her head through the door with raised eyebrows wanting to know why I was yelling, "WHO SUCKS MONKEY ASS!!!" at the top of my lungs (a catch phrase that stuck with me for some time after that incident). When I see a sock monkey, I fondly think of Mary Rose.
Length of feather: 3"
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