ham trance: a very real tragedy.

i wish i had a picture (or video!) to prove it, but when you are transporting any type of possum street pork product, Maybel will follow you through the fiery pits of Mordor before she takes her eyes off it.

mostly she just walks right into walls and stuff because she is so focused on the sausage, but my favorite part is when she puts her giant front paws up on the kitchen cabinets, her tiny man legs quivering under the ham lust.

only our dead pig has this kind of power over the poor kid. the sweet taste of revenge for all those times he kicked her ass, i suppose.

speaking of unfortunate longing, it has only been a handful of days, and already I am receiving “GET ME OUT OF HERE” messages from Amanda, our favorite brain bleeder resting up in Ashland County, Ohio before a springtime radiation treatment.

“You know what … I’m not sure I’m going to be able to do this,” Dad said tonight.
“Would the doctor let me grab her for an escape trip to Columbus?” I asked.
“Why don’t you take her for a week,” he said.

I have not spoken with mother, but apparently, both parties are “testy.”

ooooohhhhhh ….. they have fun.

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  • crankin

    I find this all to be quite ammusing. Thanks, I needed a good laugh this morning.

  • jell-o head

    I was unaware our parents were so happy to get rid of me…perhaps it will be easier than expected to sneek off to a happier place :)