It's finally happened.

I'm officially a farmer now. Not only do I have a cow living in my freezer, I have a pig living in my son's bedroom. 'Cuz how can a kid be a kid if he has the swine flu? I'm a little embarrassed to ask him if he's got a pink curly tail - I'm not seeing anything trying to push through the back of his pants yet but it could still be just a nub. I'll keep you posted.