I could swear I'd posted that "Mo falling off the pig and separating her shoulder" story, but I'm thinking now, I hadn't.
The whole story was just so fitting. When she was little, she had this thing about pigs, thinking they were so cute. My Nana took it that next step further, and I swear she inundated my sister with all things pig.
I just occasionally continue the tradition. I got her a teak pig that you can hide things in. One year I got her a big pig pitcher with little pig cups. If she sends me a picture, I'll post it.
I think that was the most surprising gift I got her pig related. I mean, what does one do with a big pink pig pitcher with four pig cups?
But the pig story with her, taking place seven years ago or so, just kind of threw me over the edge. You have to know Mo. If someone were going to portray Mo in her life story, it would be Sandra Bullock and the goofy way she does her physical comedy. (People have said she could easily portray me with the messes I get myself into, but really, I don't have to have her portray me. I just want my body to look like hers...)
Seriously, Sandra would be a good fit to portray Mo, however, as she's the funniest of the two of us. If I'd separated my shoulder, NEVER EVER would it have occurred to me to tell someone I'd done so in a pig race for a children's charity.
But what happened next was the moral and ethical dilemma as the guy... actually asked her out on a date. He wasn't American, so we weren't really questioning his intellect. Well, maybe a little. But hell, we have rodeos with bulls and horses, so why not a pig rodeo?
And she said yes, so that meant the phone lines were burning between the two of us as to what she was to do next. When exactly did she tell him that there was no pig racing for a children's charity, that she'd made up the story, and that their date was based on the fabric of one big weird lie?
Do you keep playing into it? Tell him up front? How do you keep him from feeling stupid?
Oh the scenarios we pondered as we tried to get her out of her 'I don't really race pigs for a children's charity' dilemma.
Fortunately, some guy he worked with clued him in immediately, so it was never a real issue. He picked her up knowing he had been gullible.
But this whole thing led me to want to continue to feed into this pig mania...
Which brings me to this Christmas.
She told me that she'd gotten me this odd gift. She swore it the craziest gift and... suddenly, I felt... I don't know. Challenged?
Imagine my surprise when I was strolling through Bed Bath and Beyond two weeks before Christmas and found these fans shaped as animals.
Me: HOLY CRAP! Look at this!
Husband: What is it?
Me: It's a huge cat. With a FAN in it's tummy. It's a cat fan!
Me: OMG! There are other animals!
Husband: No. We don't need an animal fan...
Me: NOT FOR ME! For... MO! I wonder if they have it in pig form...
He rolled his eyes, shook his head and walked away. I immediately glommed onto my phone googling 'pig fan' to see if there were... pig options.
And there were.
I ran through the store, 'HUN! LOOK! They have a pig fan! I could get this for Mo for Christmas!"
My husband said, "Do not get her the pig fan. Flam does not need a pig fan in his home..."
He wasn't so much looking out for my sister, but for my brother in law. That whole, "men stick together thing" or maybe the "these two sisters are bat crap crazy..."
And so I started my pig fan hunt, because as God is my Witness, everyone and their brother evidently wanted this pig fan, because it was the ONLY animal form sold out.
I had to order said fan from frickin' Washington State. WASHINGTON STATE! And not just Washington State, but from some small store, in some small town, located in one of those north western nubby pointy corner parts of the state.
Could I get any further from S. FL? No.
Every house needs one, yes?
As for the gift from my sister, she got me a whimical item for my garden, that I do love. I call it, "Flamingo dropping acid" although maybe it's some kind of goonie bird.
I prefer Flamingo since my family had this thing about hiding plastic flamingos from family member to unsuspecting family member.
Posted by Boudicca at May 20, 2012 08:23 PM
Definitely... every garden needs one of these!