An Aside-Nix Ay On The Pig’s Feet
So, Possums, the gift went off without a hitch! I ended up getting him an Old Navy sweater. I debated 
between three colours-cream, navy and burgundy. I chose the burgundy. Honey, if it came in hot pink, I would have chosen that instead, just to shake up his wardrobe.
He seemed happy when he opened it, and I know that he will put it to good use, 
being who he is. He may be all fisherman and nature warrior, but deep down inside, he is a label whore! He likes to have things written across the front of his sweater. In Bold. He told me it would be a nice match to all the things I bought him a mere three weeks ago, for Christmas.
I didn’t get him the cow’s tongue or pig’s feet. Apparently, when you go to even a 
gourmet supermarket, they don’t have them spread out on a tray surrounded by lettuce and the such. Anyways, who does that?
“Hi, I would like to have a tray of pig’s feet for a dinner party I am having.”
Ironic, thing though, when I came over to his house, my dad served pig’s feet for dinner.
But, of course!
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