(from July ’05, but I liked this pig)
Everytime I go in the bathroom I get this weird feeling. I feel a little stressed and a little excited. I feel happy and also frustrated.
See the problem is there is a pig in my bathroom. A really cute baby pig who gives me this wonderfully coy look everytime I’m in there. It’s making me crazy!! I never thought having a pig in the bathroom would cause a state change.
It’s a good feeling and an uncomfortable feeling. I’m happy to see him but he is so cute it drives me nuts. There should be some sort of cuteness law.
Anyway PiggyPoo, as I have taken to calling him, is on a calendar. He’s so cute I could eat him up (ok bad choice of words). He plays in a field and when he sees you coming he always gives you a cute sideways smile. PiggyPoo is being coy. He knows how cute he is and that you’ll want to reach out and kiss him and hug him–but you can’t. He get’s a kick out of this, hence his coy grin.
