Shoo, fly, don't bother me!

The health inspector is picking on me.

He comes by EVERY DAY.

I swear it's just because he likes knowing he causes an unsafe jump in my blood pressure.

Seriously. Honestly.

I told him yesterday that I was no longer speaking with him.

So today when he walked in, I left. He laughed.

It's a good thing my inspector has a sense of humor.

But seriously? He's not suppose to be around for another 30 days.

I wish he'd shoo. Like a fly.

pesky health inspector.

gosh.