we are at the end of the third bottle of wine and we are chatting, i hear something run by our window (it's open).
in my wine-induced brain, i am like "oh my gosh, there is someone running outside".
eveyrone's curiosity is off the charts since we just talked about our drug-dealer neighbors, "what? what?"
i look outside and it's something whitish/pinkish and smallish. i say the first thing that comes to my mind:
"i think it's a little pig".
i am glad i can entertain people by just being me :)