Yesterday during a convergence of April birthdays and near-birthdays, I attended a large party.
The Large Party was held in honor of Lexie (who has turned a bewitching 30) and somewhat less so, myself who will turn a similar age in a few days.
Attendees were numerous and varied, and ranged from dog to human, and (often) back to dog.
An entire pig was roasted.
The pig, we are told, led a happy life. He went to the best schools, enjoyed daily trotter-massage, and had a healthy skincare regimen.
Lexie’s wife Marguerite shot him between the eyes and hung him from a tree in the backyard.
He was delicious.
Wishing you good friends with sharp knives,