Oink.

I've been collecting pigs for six years, for no other reason than the fact that I orignally thought they were cute. Now it's become a slightly house-cluttering obsession to which to amount of shelving in the world can make these suckers look organized.

I have stuffed pigs, Pez dispenser pigs, piggy banks, ceramic pigs--you name it. I'm not so pig looney that I have a pig duvet on my bed, but if Scott would tolerate it, I'm sure I could find one.

I think it's time now to pack these suckers away in a box that I can pull out of a closet every now and then and gaze at. I love my little oinkers (especially the ones with money in them) but I got to admit this is one of the tackiest hobbies you can have...other than...

One day I hope to have a daughter who will kick and scream for the pigs to be unearthed and proudly displayed in her equally-pink bedroom. We'll nickname her "Piggy Pridgen" and hope that she won't weigh 300 pounds at age ten.

You see, currently we have a house that has one bedroom and two offices. I considered the idiocy of that and decided to be the benevolent one and am giving up my office space to be used as a guest room (*eye roll: interesting, considering I'm the one that's home all day and doesn't have an office at work*). Initially I thought, "If we don't have a guest room, then no one will come visit us...yay!" I have since learned that people will happily sleep on the floor, sofa, or anyplace else they are offered...especially when the house always smells like baked goods.

*Sigh* Oh well. Why couldn't I collect something that I could sell on Ebay for a few bucks?

Posted by Tiffany at December 27, 2003 03:38 PM