Our Pink Pig …

I no longer remember the origins of our pink pig.  I know I bought it for Barbara while were were dating.  We giggled whenever I produced piggy and squeezed her so she squealed.  I often produced our piggy whenever I’d made some grievous error and needed to atone for my mistake.  But over the years, piggy got put aside.  We forgot her up on a shelf.

I found her before I left.  I mounted her in the back seat, looking over my shoulder.  And sometimes as I drive I think I hear a giggle when I’ve done something silly or foolish…