Unless it's on HGTV, there are few shows that both Jon and I agree on. One of those shows happens to be Three Sheets, hosted by Zane Lamprey on the MOJO channel. Don't be fooled though, we like it for completely different reasons. Jon, of course, likes it for the drinking and I for the travel.
If you're a regular viewer of the show, you'll know that Zane never goes anywhere without his little stuffed monkey, Pleepleus. Here's the story behind Pleepleus in Zane's own words:
"When I got engaged to my wife, we got engaged quickly. We got engaged three weeks after our first date. It was pretty awesome. We're driving back (from Palm Springs), and I said, "We need to kind of get everything out in the open if we're engaged. If there's any secrets, we need to get those out." And then there wasn't anything, so I said, "Well, I have something. I have to name my first-born Pleepleus; it's like a family thing." And I was just trying to think of the weirdest Greek name or some obscurity that I could come up with. And she's like, "OK. Fine." Probably six months later on my first Three Sheets trip I had to leave her behind and I opened my suitcase and there was this little stuffed monkey that said, "Mummy put me in here to take care of you. Love, Pleepleus." And so I took that monkey and I hid that monkey in in every scene to let my wife know that I was thinking about her." (quote via MOJO)
Okay, let's all pause for an AWWWW!!! Better now? Okay.
Jon has been wanting his very own Pleepleus for a long time now, but I wanted to give it to him when we would be apart. Well, folks, that very rarely happens! However, when I planned my trip to San Francisco for BlogHer, Jon decided that he would go to California as well, only he went to Los Angeles to visit one of our very best guy friends, Ying, who was one of the groomsmen in our wedding. Last Thursday, I carefully tucked a Pleepleus monkey into Jon's suitcase, along with a card saying how much I would miss him and to take care of Pleepleus. Shortly after I arrived at my departure gate, I called Jon to let him know that I made it. He asked me if I had opened my carry-on yet, and Lord knows that I hadn't because I was afraid that I couldn't get it shut again!
Nonetheless, I tore into my carry-on after hanging up with Jon and found my very own little Pleepleus! He was accompanied by two cards. The first was a sweet, lovey-dovey one saying how much he was going to miss me and the second was a card congratulating me on my new baby! It read, "Congratulations on your new Pleepleus! He loves to drink and get into mischief. If you get into trouble, just blame him! Please take care of him. I have enclosed $20 for drinks. Love, Jonny." And true to his word, there was a crisp $20 bill enclosed.
I think it's time to pause for another aww. AWWWW!!!
So the whole weekend, while I was missing my husband, and he was missing me, we were each taking pictures of ourselves with our own Pleepleus' and I, I was feeling just like the lyrics in that song, "Somewhere Out There", except rather than wishing on the same bright star, we each had a Pleepleus, and oh hell, yes, I realize I'm a dork, but gosh, do I love my husband! I've posted some of my favorite Pleepleus photos from the weekend below.
Pleeps Dominating on the Beer Pong Table
Pleeps Enjoying a Slice of Pizza
And lest you feel left out by not having your own Pleepleus, Jon has created a page for him on Facebook and would really love for him to have more friends. You can find him here: Pleeps Pleepleus