We had dinner with Candy, Jeremy and Tyler on Monday. They live in Beaver County which apparently is a lot more rural than I realized because on the way home, we passed a pig getting ready to cross Route 989. It was a big pig, too. I thought it was a really ugly dog at first.
Yeah, that's all I've got. There's really no where you can go after a pig story.
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3 comments:
I swear....how is it that you got to see the pig cross the road. You should write a book.
That's funny! When I was in high school, a girl I knew hit a wild turkey during Driver's Ed. For some reason, that's what your story reminded me of.
sounds like a fish story to me ;-) you're right nice place to stop the story, where else COULD you go with that?
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