Wednesday, September 2, 2009


These little piggies were given to me by my sister. I never meant to collect pigs, or anything else for that matter. We used to live in the country and when we first moved there, my mom gave us a pig cookie jar. It sat proudly in our country kitchen. People saw it and thought that we must like pigs so they blessed us with pig presents on every occasion. We have 32 pigs in our kitchen right now. Not counting any people. And we ourselves now collect them in spite of ourselves.
We have a few chickens, too. Not counting any people.

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