Monday, 14 April 2014

I HEARD IT WAS GOING TO SNOW SO I WENT PIGGLY POSTAL

THOSE OF YOU WHO VISIT REGULARLY ALREADY KNOW WHO THIS IS.  
Piggly Wiggly. Only the cutest baby ever.

I would normally start this post with the most offensive cuss-word in my extensive arsenal because Jesus Christ on a crutch, it's mid-April and we just woke up to snow. (Earth to Jesus: We put up with your estrogentastic flood and your goddammittohell ice storm and your worst winter on friggin' record; d'ya think we could maybe just have a little SPRING now? P.S. My editor wrote that. I personally am a huge fan. Love what you've done with the Republicans!)
However, in honour of the blessed creature that is my granddaughter, Piggly Wiggly, I will refrain from using either the "F" word or the vastly more satisfying "Mother-F" word and instead present you with the one thing that might provide enough warmth to ward off the "S" word. Because how cute is this little plumpling? Honestly. Yeah, you go ahead and try, snow. She's going to melt whatever the mother-effing eff you throw at us.

EDITOR'S NOTE: For those of you who are new to this blog ... well first of all, welcome! don't mind the cuss words, they only happen when the mistress is tipsy  ... this is the second in what is likely to become a neverending series of photos of Things On Piggly Wiggly's Head. It's the kind of good, clean fun we get up to around here.