This week started out with a heavy dose of lunatics. What can I say? Lunatics are an occupational hazard for a barmaid, like myself. Alcohol only adds fuel to their spiraling band of crazy, so I have no one to blame but myself. Anyhow, this is not a post about lunatics. This is a post about pigs.
Some ladies like to ooh and ahh over their own off-spring. Some like to ooh and ahh over shoes. I prefer pigs–specifically, miniature pot belly pigs. It’s their snouts. I can’t help but feel the need to press my nose to their little wet snouts and rub. (Yes, I want to nosey a pig–you have a problem?). Blame it on ‘Charlotte’s Web’ or on any other depiction of a cuddly cartoon pig, but it is my life long ambition to someday be the proud mama of one miniature pot belly pig, named Gus-Gus.
And come on….admit it….you want to nosey a little piggly-wiggly too, don’t you?
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