Thursday, April 9, 2009

Everyone Needs a Little Pig Sometimes

Because I'm procrastinating.

Because I need to finish a summer piece to hand in soon.

Because I need to send out the two queries I keep pushing to the back of my desk.

Because I need to find a Hawaiian outfit to wear to my nephew's wedding and something in the Hamilton tartan to wear to the Sons of Scotland whisky tasting.

Because I need to think of a dessert to bring to the family brunch on Easter Sunday and I'm drawing a blank.

Because I need to get on the treadmill and/or get outside and walk the dog.

Surfed and found this instead. Now I'm happy and can get back to the other things.

Also, I now need my own pig.

From Nathan Bransford's blog, who believes we all need a little pig in our life.


nightsmusic said...

OMG!!! Piglet full of Awesomze and Cutze!!!

And I want one too. But they grow up to be 450 pounds. When they figure out how to keep them that small, I'll be the first one in line.

A Novel Woman said...

Well, when they get to be 450 pounds, they're not pigs, they're bacon.

yutha said...

I just ate a bacon sandwich. Does that make me a bad person?

nightsmusic said...

Awww, c'mon, Pam. You can't really tell me you'd eat that poor little thing, just because it has the misfortune of genetics, can you??

A Novel Woman said...

The bacon lovers would call it blessed by good genetics. It's all in your perspective over the breakfast buffet table.

I have to say, though, that this little guy has won my heart. I think I'd have a hard time eating him. I'd DO it, I'd just shed a tear or two into my BLT.

Brenda said...

Yikes! that thing eats like a PIG!!