Pigs

When I was younger, I made the mistake of telling people I liked pigs. It started slowly, a piggy bank for Christmas, a little figurine for my birthday, but eventually I only received pig themed gifts. Dish towels with pig images. Pig themed toques. CDs of pig noises.

My grandmother, I think, took it hardest when I told people I no longer collected pigs. That I was pigged out.