monkey business

we went to the zoo the other day with clay and his cousins. anyway, we walked into the exhibit called monkey tails, where you walk though the enclosure and this tiny monkeys swing overhead. fascinating, until you realize that monkeys aren't potty trained.

here i was, standing there, oohing and ahhing over the cute little monkeys to clay and nick says, "watch out!" and he's laughing.

instinctively, i stumble out of the way, and then look up to see a monkey peeing on the spot where i had been standing moments before.

now, i'm thinking those cute little monkeys are not so cute at all. nick then grins boyishly and tells me, "i wouldn't put that hood up if i were you," (on my jacket).

confused, i ask, "why?"

looking very much like a naughty little boy about to pull a trick, he tells me, "well, the monkey didn't just pee..." he pauses to let this sink in.

laughing at the horrified look on my face he says, "well, you'ld better check because i didn't see any of it hit the ground."

this very much makes me want to panic and i made him check my hood. then he tells me, "well, its not in your hood; maybe its in your hair."

of course that made me feel muuuuuch better. right.

in the end, there was no monkey business, so to speak, on me at all; but nick had a good laugh over it all. cheeky man!