Monday, August 27, 2007

Vacations are the most, well almost the most fun of all. And tomorrow this writer will board the UAL plane with wife Donna and by the end of the day, we should be settled down nicely in the PIG room at brother Harold & Donna's home.

Why the pig room? Well, it so happens to be the spare bedroom, and it is covered with pigs of all sorts, pig lamps, pig fans, big pigs, little pigs, pigs that talk, you name it, it is the pig room, and depending on which way the wind is blowing that day, it might even spell of pigs.

Pigs don't smell bad, its just our imagination that the smell is bad. To the farmer, the smell of pigs might be MONEY, as in $$$$$$$ for his vacation fund, or to pay the bills, or put food on his table. Pigs are fairly intelligent creatures, until you try and get them to go where you want them, and then they can be the dumbest things in the whole wide world.

Somehow hate to leave, as my tomatao crop is just getting ripe, but there will be some left for us by the time we get back. Will keep this real short tonight, want to catch the news and then off to bed for a early wake up. So, cherrio!

Howard