My sisters brought me pigs in a blanket. My dad gave me a flying pig. My mother called my room a pig-sty. My brother-in-law told me I could have roast pig Sunday. Now, say what you will about my eating, I think a whole pig is an exaggeration.
Tonight, my wife fixed a few racks of BBQ ribs, some sort of macaroni salad, and that was it. I was full after 17 ribs and 2 helpings of the noodle salad. See? Just a bit of pig. No back straps, no bacon, no haunches, no legs, etc.
Thinking of flying pigs, isn't it about time TopNotch posts the latest news from space? Nothing for the last month. My college buddy says that, at the rate we're going, the extraterrestrials won't stop here, as ”no sign of intelligent life”. After watching some shows like Last Man on Earth, McLeod's Daughters, Galactica, and Worst Week, I'm inclined to agree.
