Things that I'm glad weren't in my bed when I woke up this morning
a few dozen poison arrow frogs
a compost heap
jeff probst
green tea mochi things
a bucket of lysol
argentina
88 pounds of cashew butter
ted kennedy
a wooly mammoth
I'm Grover. I rock. I'm blue. And adorable. I'm freakin' smart. Deceptively handsome. I'm a babe magnet. And I'm a monster. I'm also a remarkable chef, collector of oddly shaped twigs, tiny santas, and tiny cruets. I live with my adoptive human parents Gruntley and Bunny (known to their human friends as Brent and Shari). I grew up in Monsterville, which is in Illinois of course. Through SMAP (Special Monster Adoption Program), I came to live here in Southern California a number of years ago. I have 43 brothers and sisters, many of whom live with me here. Someday soon, we expect to all be reunited at which time we will pretty much take over the house. The story of this blog is simple -- my sparkling wit, unparalleled genius and delightfully whimsical nature are all too precious of gifts not to share with the rest of humanity -- oh, and monsterhood too. Please feel free to read through my blog and leave any comments that you wish (except anything negative or remotely critical). Also, if you have anything really stupid to say, you might as well keep that to yourself too. If you are lucky, I may take the time to write back. Huhrubababubb -- Out!
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So 89 pounds of cashew butter would be okay?
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