Saturday, January 28, 2012

Pink piggies and a conversation.





Have you ever had one of those days when a conversation seems to be all about crossed wires?

It happened to me recently. Well, let's face it, it seems to happen to me on a regular basis.

This time hubby and son had gone to Perth for work. On the way back he rang and asked if I needed anything at the shops. Usually he'll ring me while he's wandering around the aisles trying to work out if the best by date is different to a use by date.

Don't you love a husband who grocery shops?

He'd finished loading the groceries in the car, and was waiting for coffee at the local java joint when he rang me excited about his latest purchase.

You have to understand that at the time he rang, I was standing in our kitchen staring out at our cows, which is probably why the conversation went the way it did.

'Honey, guess what? I've bought a pig.'
'A pig?'
'Yes, it should be about 8o kilo's.'
'Oh, okay.' I started drifting off, as you do, and wondered where we were going to put a pig. We didn't have a pen so would the vegie garden be secure...?

At this stage the phone cut in and out so I only got part of the next sentence, which was; '...going to dress it for me.'

Dress it? Okay. Visions of a cute, little pink pig wearing a pink, frilly tutu flashed through my mind. Not only that but it was wearing a headband and the most adorable pink shoes. Sad, I know.

I cleared my throat. 'Um, honey, when you say a pig and dress in the same sentence...what do you mean?'

Now my hubby knows me very well, so of course he started laughing. Laughing so hard that he had to pass the phone to our son.

I started again.

'Honey, did daddy just buy a pig?'
'Yes, we have to pick it up in a couple of weeks.'
'Oka-a-a-y...how big is this pig?'
'Not sure, hang on.' He asks his father. 'Daddy, how big is the pig?'

Muffled voices, and male laughter could be heard. Then he answered.
'Daddy says it's about 80kilos but Andrew's not putting it in a dress. Have no idea what he means.'

Ahhhh. Now the pieces fell into place.

An 80 kilo dressed pig from Andrew...our BUTCHER. Visions of cute piglets dancing in tutu's faded.

'Honey, one more thing. While daddy's laughing tell him mummy's cooking broadbeans for dinner!' Oddly enough the laughter faded. Broadbeans are always a good weapon in our house.

Even though said piggie now resides in our freezer and is very tasty...I still wonder what a pink piglet in a tutu would look like.

Maybe one day I'll find out.




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5 comments:

Dorothy Adamek said... [Reply to comment]

Careful what you wish for! You may get a piglet in ribbons for your next birthday :)

God's Quilt - My Life said... [Reply to comment]

Sigh. Wouldn't that be the perfect present? I wonder if I could house-train it? :)

Penny Reeve said... [Reply to comment]

Apparently pigs are quite trainable! In PNG they are often breastfed. Not sure that information is useful to you or not. Maybe we'll stick to images of cute piggies in tutus after all? :)

God's Quilt - My Life said... [Reply to comment]

I didn't know pigs were breastfed anywhere! Cute piggies in tutus do present a sweet picture, don't they? Do the ones in PNG get dressed up?

Penny Reeve said... [Reply to comment]

Not sure. Possibly for ceremonies. :)

I just printed off a copy of your marsbar slice, hope to send the kids to school in true chocolate style!

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