When Pigs Fly and Corgis Dance...

My most recent purchase is a flying pig.

Yes, a flying pig.

Now I have no excuse for all my nasty habits.

Like,

"I'll quit biting my nails when pigs fly..."

OR

"I'll clean the garage when pigs fly..."

Well, I have a flying pig now, albeit a metal one.

She's yellow, red and white with a squiggly tail.

And she's made completely of old car parts.

Isn't she adorable?

So now I have to come up with another excuse

for not completing the things I hate to complete

OR

refuse to complete.

You see I have these Welch Corgi buddies.

They're my best design partners.

Two paws up for a winner.

One paw down for a loser.

They love old trade beads.

So now to replace "When Pigs Fly," I'm going

with"When Corgis Dance."

And you know, I'm expecting my boys to

DANCE in the next few weeks.

Keep your eye out for it.

They love jazz, rock 'n roll and bluegrass.

Meet Sake and Winston...my cuddly little guys.

And say "hello" to "Miss Piggy."

I swear she flew over my bed last night.