The Days of Swine and Roses

Okay.

Technically it was a single day.

Just one.

And not even a full day.

It was maybe 30 minutes.  But in that time period...

I swear I heard heavenly violins playing.

And I am almost positive I saw angels dancing.

Not going to quite guarantee the roses...

...but the swine.

Oh, baby.

 

 

The swine.

Saturday Mr. Jenny and I had an errand to do that involved driving to the 'Edge of the Earth, Arizona.'

 

We were headed that direction anyway because that's where our youngest Granddaughter, Mo, plays soccer.

At an indoor arena.

Hee hee.

Gotta love indoor arenas when you live in Arizona.

After the soccer game (Miss Mo scored 4 (according to us) and 5 (according to her) goals)...

...we needed to drive quite a way to pick up a picnic table we had made for our Grandson Quinn's first birthday.

We drove.

We drove.

We checked our directions.

We drove.

And then...

Out of the corner of my eye I saw it.

A giant pink pig.
 

With eyelashes.
 

"OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!" I shrieked to Mr. Jenny.   "STOPSTOPSTOPYOUGOTTASTOP!   THIS IS THE PORK SHOP EVERYBODY TELLS US ABOUT!!!! STOP!"
 

Mr. Jenny heaved a mighty sigh.
 

Looked at me across the truck cab.

 

Raised an eyebrow.

 

"Everybody?   Everybody in the whole entire world tells you about the pork shop?"



 I blushed.

"Okay, not technically everybody!" (insert eye roll here)  "Tom told us about it!   Remember?   Remember how we were talking about furnace filtures and then how we ..."

 

Mr. Jenny stopped me.

 

"That's fine.   Let's go in and see what they have!"

 

And he turned the truck into the parking lot!

 

squuuuueeeeaaaalllll!

 

I was excited.

 

I was more excited than...

 

Well.

 

Just trust me.

 

I was excited.

 

And I was even more excited when we went inside and it was SAUSAGE SAMPLING DAY!

 

Seriously.

 

I'm not making this up.

 

SAUSAGE SAMPLING DAY!

 

There were crockpots and platters everywhere.

 

See what I mean about heavenly angels?

 

And there was a cool guy with a 'stache.

 

And.

 

Did I mention there was lots and lots of sausage samples.

 

Oh.

My.

 

Seriously.

 

Swine and Roses.

 

I kid you not.

If you can't make it to the Pork Chop to try their delectable offerings, you can at least read about the 'stache guy by clicking here.

 

PS.   Sorry about the formatting.   Blogger is excited about the Pork Chop, too, and it just won't concentrate on letting me put appropriate spacing in.