Monday, August 17, 2009
Farmer Pig Pastor
When The Pastor and I were building our house, we had several arguments about how things should be. (If you're married and you've ever built a house, you know exactly what I'm talking about). It got to the point where I felt some serious negotiation was necessary. I wanted things like certain lighting and windows and he wanted provision for farm animals and a huge shop. When I couldn't take it anymore, I wrote an ultimatum. It looked something like this:
Vaulted Ceilings = Shop
Recessed Lighting = Horse
Sconces in the Master Bedroom = Pigs
...and the list went on. I thought it was pretty clever because while it was obviously a compromise, I would get my things first and chances of us getting pigs and horses were, ahem...slim.
I'm not sure exactly what happened but The Pastor recently decided it was time for me to fulfill my side of the bargain and came home with five pigs. Dang.
I've named them "Went to Market", "Stayed Home", "Had Roast Beef", "Had None", and my personal favorite, "Wee, Wee, Wee". The Pastor is not amused.
When my friend's son was about two years old, he would put on his overalls and tell everyone they were his "Farmer Pig Pants". I never thought it would actually happen, but every day the Pastor puts on his Farmer Pig Pants and goes down to slop the hogs. Though they are just Levi's, it's still makes me laugh.
Of course, I have to laugh to keep from crying. What has my life come to? I'm not just married to The Pastor...I'm married to The Pig Farmer.