I know I have a weird one, but it runs in the family.
For as long as I can remember, my parents have always had a monkey in their fridge. It all started from a big fight they once had and my dad put a gorilla in the freezer and when my mom found it, she couldn't help but laugh and they made up. Ever since then they've had one in there, even when they divorced they kept a monkey in each of their freezers.
Tonight when I went to grab a snack, I found this little guy in our meat drawer. We haven't been fighting, but it was still incredibly romantic and sweet of him to put that there. The little things he remembers about my family astound me. Remind me again where I found this guy? Haha!
I love Larry.