Sunday, October 06, 2013
I don't own a monkey, bad or otherwise, but I am reading the novel by Carl Hiassen. Not spoiling the plot, the main character becomes a food inspector at a point in the book. And promptly loses 11 pounds. I thought is was a light bulb moment, but then sanity kicked in, as the squeamish factor is pretty high.
About 6 years ago I worked with a Public Health official and she was always put in charge of farewells. I never knew why until one time we had picked a restaurant everyone wanted to go to, but she shot down the idea rather quickly. Then pulled out a recent inspection. I can still feel the creepy-crawlies.
Think I'll stick to homemade (at least until I'm done with the book) and SparkPeople to lose my weight.
Here's a really bad monkey: