I know...but...

I know this is supposed to be a site displaying my creative abilities but I just wanted to share my little hitch in the road.

I was fully prepared and on my way to my crafty cavern when I hear, "Ohmigod. Ohmigodohmigodohmigod." Upon further investigation, I found the DH on the porch staring off into the sunset. And then I catch a whiff of something. Something putrid. I mean like a gallon of sour milk, with 27 day old cauliflower, sprayed by skunk putrid. DH looks at me and says...."The pigs are out." I follow his glance to see six little piggies...scratch that....Six fat porkers waddling through my yard. *Thank the heavens above that they didn't get my tomato plants* Upon this discovery I get coerced into luring the pigs back into the pen by any means necessary.Now those of you who know me know that I am by NO means a country girl. I am content to play indoors, in fact I'm allergic to most things green and I pride myself on never having to shovel poo or bale hay or anything else that takes place when raising non-pet animals. My perfect setting would be a roomy apartment with neighbors on either side and no yard. That's about how anti-nature I am. So armed with a shovel, my only pair of tennis shoes, and a bucket I made my way into the yard to help the DH.

But not before a snapped a picture, of course.

Stinky critters. I came away with one large cut on my pinky finger, 87 mosquito bites, and a giant pile of mud (please let's pretend it was mud for my mental well-being) in my only pair of tennis shoes.

On the plus side....I should probably go shoe shopping.

The end.

~Tara