So I went out to lunch with maxymyllyn
yesterday when the rest of the family went to the mall. And we were getting back into his car when I got the following text message from my husband:
"Just saw a pig in a baby carriage at the mall."
A full-sized pig, apparently. Not a wee potbelly pig. Very large pig, in a double stroller. The kind for twins.
Me: "Did you get a picture?"
No. They did not. Because apparently the pig started throwing up. At the perfume counter at Macy's.
There was a *pig* in a *baby carriage* *horking* at the *Macy's perfume counter* and they *did not get a picture*.
No one understands the tragedy that is this. How can you not get a picture of that? For serious! They were too reserved to speak to the pig people. I would have been conducting a video interview with the pig people. I ain't shy. Pig in a baby carriage? I am all up on recording that for posterity.
I cannot *believe* they didn't get a picture. I swear. Pig. In a baby carriage. EPIC.