Snow. Monkeys.

Need I say more? 

What's that you say?

This is a blog where I literally have to say more or it's all over?

Well, in THAT case:

Y'all. We went to see snow monkeys. Macaques to be exactsssss... (oh, you would've made a better joke?? *cough* whatever *cough*...)

I could talk a lot about how cute they were or how they made me consider kidnapping the babies; about how doleful their little faces were (except for Mean Mug...you'll meet him later); about how it was like a zoo except someone left the gate open and you snuck into the enclosure; about how Oakie TOUCHED TWO OF THEM AND I WAS SCARED FOR MY HIS LIFE; about how walking in the snow made me feel like a winter princess (which I've now decided should be called a Wintress because magic); about how I considered joining this tribe of primates whose whole life is eating & chilling in onsens (hot springs) & I strategised ways that they would accept me as one of their own; but I won't spend an entire paragraph on all of that...............

I'l show you the pictures instead. 

First of all: This is what my house looked like a couple weeks back. 

I've NEVER lived anywhere with this much snow. 

#blessed

#takethatwhicheverwayyouwant

 Second of all: Here are all my artsy snow pictures.

humor me.

 Third of all: This is the walk we took to the monkeys. 

See what I mean about the Wintress thing??

I half expected to meet Mr. Tumnus while we were out & about.

It seemed just his sort of place...

 Also, don't you kinda just wish you lived in this little place in the Japanese snow?

I know I sure do.

I daydreamed about it for a solid ten minutes.

OH. You're just here for the snow monkeys so would I please just get to the point & leave you be in your monkey-lovin' life?

Oh...oh yeah. Sure. 

My apologies for keeping you waiting.

And my personal favourite picture of the day: 

This completely unintentional action shot that I discovered when going through my pictures after the fact.

Aw guys, staaaahhhp. 

National Geographic is WAY out of my league.

 Doesn't this just look like the most relaxing thing?

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah....

 GUYS. THEY'RE KISSING. dead.

 I watched this little guy for quite a while as he groomed an older monkey.

He was so diligent & hardworking andohmygoshthatspikyhairrrrrrr.

 And monkey feet. 

If this picture doesn't just make you happy...

 This was the one I would've kidnapped...

Look at that crooked little smirk.

#allthehearts

 And monkey butts are funny, I don't care WHO you are...

 They were WERKIN' that camera.

That guy got the footage of a lifetime.

 These are Oakie's feet.

THAT'S HOW CLOSE THESE MONKEYS WERE TO US.

And if that doesn't seem scary to you, check out ol' Mean Mug.

But then you see these babies & you totally forget how scared Mean Mug made you...

 Don't you want to wear your mom as a coat sometimes??

 And my final shot of the day, this handsome guy.

So pensive. 

So snow-freckled.

 And then there's this picture in the guest house, because OF COURSE the monkeys aren't playing with iPhones when YOU'RE taking pictures.

UGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH.

But also, awwwwwwwwww.

Meet me back here next week for a glimpse at the outta-this-world Japanese strawberries we got to pick & a summary of our first Sumo wrestling experience (that I'm personally calling Our Launch Into a Lifelong Love of Sumo Wrestling/New Hobby Day).

all the love from me & the monkeys.