I need a name for my sock monkey. When I posted pictures of him on Flickr a few days ago, I realized that I hadn't ever figured out what to call him. I asked for some feedback on one of the pictures, and here are the suggested names thus far:

• Monkeysocks
• Ned
• Finnigan
• Feety McWarmerson
• Ralph

I'm partial to "Ned" and "Finnigan" right now, but I need your help. For reference (and because I can't stop staring at his cute little face), here are two pictures of Sir Nameless:

Alright, so what's your vote? Do you have a better name to suggest? Bonus points if you come up with a sweet story to explain how he found his way to a Cracker Barrel in Kentucky.

I've had enough spare time this week to get several projects done. I could've read through the infinite number of entries piling up on my Google Reader account. I could've laundered the mountains of dirty clothes on my floor. I could've re-designed the church bulletin. (Oh wait! I did!) I could've eaten my weight in chocolate.

Instead, I have spent untold hours watching Dan and Amber on YouTube. Both of them are talented singers, but American Idol is proof that there are plenty of people out there with vocal skills. What makes these two different is how cute and hilarious and real they are. Every time I watch the following video, I want to adopt Dan and Amber as my new BFFs. If I was rich, I'd bribe them to agree to this plan.

I just file through all of the videos of Amber singing and laugh and cry and laugh some more. Then, I realize it's 11:58 p.m. and I have two minutes to post something before I officially become a Blog365 loser. So yeah, all those crappy posts this past week? Blame YouTube.

A few months ago, I bought a sock monkey from Cracker Barrel. On the two days I've made my bed since then, he has been lovingly placed upon it. This is quite an honor for a stuffed animal. The only other animals allowed up there right now are Teddy (a Build-a-Bear creation) and the white bunny rabbit I've had since I was born.

Anyway, tonight, I went to Target for the sole purpose of buying shampoo. Of course, I wound up buying a whole buttload of stuff before I even got near the shampoo aisle, but give me a break. It's like two degrees outside, and I don't ever want to leave my house again. I needed to stock up. Plus, did you seriously expect me to say no to sock monkey slippers??

And yeah, you knew this picture was coming. Don't even act surprised.

My weekend just took a turn for the awesome. Thanks, Target!