all the way to our home. "Adults" can have piggy banks too, right?
Our story begins with our friends holiday party. Hubby was given a piggy bank. A Rock Star piggy bank to be precise. The other guys in our crew received pigs as well: one super hero, one devil, one ball and chain (to the newly married). I must say, I was rather surprised at Hubby's instant affinity for Rock Pig (as he has named him- and it must be said in a sing-songy 'metal' tone). Once we brought Rock Pig home, he went directly into a moving box surrounded by other 'decor' items and was not unburied until yesterday's basement archeology.
A few weeks ago I made a pig purchase of my own. Before Christmas, at Marshalls, I had made friends with a beautifully patterned and colored piggy bank: I would see this pig every time in the store, pick her up and contemplate wrapping her up as a gift, but sadly every time decided I had no one to buy it for. My last time in Marshalls, however my mindset had changed. If Hubby was going to insist that Rock Pig was on display, didn't he deserve a pretty counterpart? I thought so.
I give you: Hubby and I in pig form. Aren't we a charming couple?
