Whoa boy, Life has hit a fast forward button and all of a sudden :bam: here I am. Where has the time gone? I think of you, dear Dinosaur and Cheese reader(s). I imagine all the things I want to write about, all the amazing words that I want to string together into a series that opens eyes and elicit laughs.
But then I get home and my mushy brain shuts down for the night. Hell and roads and intentions and whatnot, ya know?
I’ll leave you with this tonight- I petted a pig. I’ve never done that before. Have you? Chances are, if you have, it’s probably odd to you that it took nearly 26 years for me to experience, tactilely, a pig. I really did grow up in a city.
In any case, I went to the rodeo (which will certainly be its own post soon), and The Boy brow-beat me into touching a pig. I’m a bit of a rule follower and there weren’t any signs saying that I was allowed to touch the animals. I didn’t want to get yelled at.
But I chanced it, after The Boy threatened to find the owner of the animal so that I could personally be introduced to the pig. I thought possibly just touching the darn thing would far less embarrassing.
Gotta tell you, not the way I expected. But then again, what in life ever ends up the way you expect?