So, I had a dream last night where I found out I was pregnant, but gave birth to two twin piglets. Yes. Delicious piglets.
In the course of the dream, my grandmother got very upset with me that I didn't allow her to name one of them. Apparently there's a rule where if you have twins, your maternal and paternal grandmothers each get to name one.
At one point, I lost one of my piggy babies, but dream-Mat assured me that I wasn't a bad mother because, after all, they /were/ pigs. But I found it again. Yay.
I had quite an amusing time dressing my piggy babies in cute little clothes (because what else do you do with baby pigs?!) and marveling at the fact that they could walk around and didn't need strollers. We took a nice walk around the beach, and those piggy babies handled the sand like pros.
And I have to say, all of my friends were very unsupportive of my choice! Maybe you all need to open your minds to the idea that other people do things differently. In my case, apparently very differently.
To celebrate my pig-free status, I ate delicious Korean pork backbone soup for lunch.
(Does this make me a cannibal?)