So, since Friday nights seem to be ‘collapse on the sofa and fall asleep before making a post’ nights, maybe I’ll just skip those.
Let me leave you with a playground story: young Billy (not his real name) was running around the playground, wielding a large piece of mulch as if it were a knife.
Me: It looks like you’re using that like a knife. (I am Zero Fun, remember?)
Billy: (in his slushy, squeaky voice) It’s for cutting pegs.
Me: Why do you want to do that?
Billy (exasperated): Because there’s meat in them.
Oh. Pigs.
Happy Saturday!
Peggy says
So little Billy is a farmer! I’ll take a side of bacon Billy.
(I fell asleep in my recliner last night watching tv around 7:30; I got up & went to bed at 8:45…I used to make fun of my grandmother for such behavior & I’m a good 20 years younger than she was; pitiful)
Brad says
If he was making bacon, you should be encouraging him! Mmm… bacon…
Kristi says
He must be training for future episodes of Survivor.