The Infringements at the Trader Joes

Oh hello monkeys and frogs:

I have been on the hiatus this summer, which most of you would think is the winters if you lived in the San Franciscos like Secretary Monkey-Frog.  Anyhoo, I was out shopping for the foods tonight at the Trader Joes.  And I was verrrry disappointed in seeing an... what do they call it? The infringements of Vic's (my husband monkey) copyrighted image.  Very disturbing, but at least they were selling the bananas and you know how Vic and Mic love the bananas.   

Look at the infringements!

Unlicensed!!! Of course you must know, us Monkeys and Frogs get our incomes from the royalties.  After all, all the monkeys imageries in the world (except for our cousin George) are licensed and owned by our family. 

Secretary does not know who the infringing monkeys were, but I think they may be the Chinese.  Oooooh, let me tell you about the Chinese....  Don't believe me? Look at what happened at the San Franciscos wharf for the fishing monkeys and how the police shut the counterfeiting stores down!

This reminds Secretary, have you paid us your royalties yet?

Happy Fridays everyone. 

Who are You and What am I Doing Here?

I was born in McCain Pond in the Vietnams, otherwise known as Truc Bach Lake in 19XX [redacted].

Hrmm, let's see.... I had ten thousand brothers and sisters and I did not know my mother and father at all.  Many of my brothers and sisters became nail salon workers and I went to Secretary's School in the Switzerland  

It was there I learned the proper details of the etiquettes and finishing school and the typing.  Social graces, you know!  I summered in Paris and developed a habit for the Chanels, but I don't like The France too too much because they like to eat the frog's legs there.  My legs are fine I know, but not tasty so stay away!  Near the end of the Secretary's school I met my oldest and dearest friend Bruno, who was chief of security there.   I will tell you more about him (a 65 million year old British dinosaur)  later.  But after I came over to the Americas, Bruno too came to follow. I worked for Dr. Hugo the noted bear psychologist and that's how I met Vic M. Monkey, the monkey who would become my spouse!

But that is another story I will have to write about for you.  Let's say for now , I have a very good life here and I am a lucky frog. Fabulous frog mind you, but fortunate!

<- This is me in the first class aboard the Virgins Americas.

My Life: By Secretary Monkey-Frog, A Chidren's Tales For the Adults. Oh Yes!

The Bee's Nees of the San Francisco's high society asked yours truly to write a blog.  "Oh delightful," I thought aloud. "I shall call it The Frog's Blog."  Do you like this? Excuse me? Hello? 

Anyway, I'm just a small town frog in a grown up world...  No, wait a minute that is not correct.  Let me start over!

My name is Secretary Monkey-Frog (formerly Frog).  I am married to Vic Monkey, the oldest of three monkey brothers  - Vic, Ric and Mic - more on them laters, stand by please.  Together, we live with our child Pat Monkey-Frog (we don't know what gender little Pattie is yet, but we will tell you when we do) and our extended family and hired help with Kevin Monkey-Frog in the Sunsets and, on the occassions, with Jonathan Monkey-Frog in the One Rincon Hills. 

We have a very charmed life indeed, and this Frog's Blogs will tell you what we are up to. We hope you enjoy!

xoxo

Secretary Monkey-Frog

<- me and my families.