Baconmas is that special time each year when friends get together and roast a pig. This year Ted and Vicki had a small enough pig that they used their smoker instead of the cinder-block oven, but ol' Porky was still way bigger than I am. Mom says babies survive by trading cute for food. I can tell you, that little piggy did not bring a lot of cute to the table.
A special shout-out goes to Jennifer for cuddling me most of the afternoon.
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