Oh nuts...I mean bananas...

I was talking to my friend Danielle today and she mentioned a trip that she took to Guatemala...i think...can you tell I'm a good listener? Anywho...Danielle said that one of the best part of her trip was her chance to hold a monkey, which subsequently bit her twice and pulled her hair (sounds like some of the kindergartners I used to work with). Her little story reminded me of a lifelong dream that I had when I was...oh...about eight. I wanted to own a monkey. Not just any monkey, I wanted the brightest, cutest, cuddliest monkey in existence. In fact, I still want one. Think about it: monkeys, if well trained, could do chores around the house, give you a little massage, be a buddy, and many can even be taught Sign Language! I could play my accordion while he dances on the street with a cup and make some extra Christmas spending money. Beside all of the above reasons, I think I'd pretty much be the envy of all the kids on the block. I mean, who else could say they have the coolest pet in the world?!?