yesterday, while i was waiting for vv after school, i called page to see how far away he was and how his day had gone. 'seventymiles from austin - oh and honey, i got you something.'
lemme tell you that when page tells me that he either got me something or has found something, it is truly better than that tremble-y (is that a word?) feeling in your throat and heart on Christmas eve. can your brain really wait for the surprise? vaughn gets in the car and i tell her about this surprise.
she says 'mom, he finally got you a pig.'
we live in san antonio and are already maxed on the city ordinance number of cats and dogs. my neighbor three doors down had to hide lucy, her orphaned black calf, for mooooonths - so i knew in my heart that there had to be a pig ordinance.
hiding a black cow is tricky work. when lucy first came home in the winter and we were around the firepit one night, i heard the moo. then, i heard it again. i looked at my glass of wine and said 'honey, it is time i give you up.' but once we all heard it, i picked up my glass and was a happy camper cuz there really was a cow on laramie and its name was not cabernet!
so on the way home, vv and i worried about a possiblepigordinance. when we got home, i called page and asked him if it was a pig. 'how in the hell did you know? YEP itz a pig!' i asked if it was pink or black. black it was and vv and i danced around the house. she had already named her 'moo' and we both ignored boothe's boorish statement of 'mom, the last freaking thing you need is a pig.' there is no rain on our porcineparade with a big enuf umbrella. no sir-ee.
about two hours later, page pulls in and we run out to the car.
a little heartbroken, yes...
but this morning i had coffee with him.
he really is lowmaintenance and quite beautiful.
his name is unmoo.