Pigs
I just found my notebook from when I was 18 and my friends were going to “surprise” me with a pig, and I’d been keeping track of emails and questions I would need to ask and things I would need to consider with owning a pig. I was dead-set on this. I had found this pig named Charlotte Blossom and I was in love. Though I had to come up with a different name, because, really, that’s awful. The very last page in this notebook was a list of names that I’d though of.
And at the top of my list was “Sir Fredrick Monty Hubert.” Charlotte Blossom could have rocked that name, I’m sure of it. (However the whole thing ended very quickly once I confessed to my mother what we’d been scheming. Many, many tears. “But Mom, I’ll just take the pig to college with me!”)
