Yep, me and mom have been at it again. I thought I was dying. Really I did. I heard about this mysterious disease on the television on the afternoon news. I can’t get sick. Who would take care of mommy then? So, I did what I do best. I sent her a text.
My texts are in grey and mom’s are in blue. You’ll see. I thought this was the end.
What is this March madness that I keep hearing about? I turn on the television and they are talking about it. Dad is talking about it. It’s on the computer. I don’t get it. They talk about March madness and brackets. Brackets? What are brackets?
I know it’s March – is it about nature outside? Is it about coming out of my piggy hibernation from the winter?
Is it about Spring and Summer that relate to warm weather and running? Is that the bracket they are talking about?
Is it about the fresh fruit that I start to get with warmer weather? You know – strawberries, cantaloupes and my favorite watermelon?
I’m confused – will I go mad if I get this bracket?
Is it time to kick back in my chair outside and let the sun touch my belly? Maybe the bracket is making sure that I use suntan lotion so that I don’t burn? I know it’s definitely time to kick these hooves up in the air and start coming out of the cold of winter.
I’ve been so confused about this for days that finally I had a heart to heart with mom this morning. I asked her what this March Madness and bracket thing was. I was kind of getting scared about it.
The backboards that shatter. The free throws. The rebounds. The dribbling. It all comes back to me now.
It’s *THAT* kind of March Madness. That’s such a relief. I thought for a moment it was a disease! Snort.
So, let’s everyone get a little bit of the March Madness and shout for your team! I wonder if they need a smart, slightly spoiled, adventurous pig for a team. With this pot belly I’m kind of awkward in making a dunk but I can be heck on dribbling!
Yep, me and mom have been at it again. I thought I was dying. Really I did. I heard about this mysterious disease on the television on the afternoon news. I can’t get sick. Who would take care of mommy then? So, I did what I do best. I sent her a text. My texts are in grey and mom’s are in blue. You’ll see. I thought this was the end.
What is this March madness that I keep hearing about? I turn on the television and they are talking about it. Dad is talking about it. It’s on the computer. I don’t get it. They talk about March madness and brackets. Brackets? What are brackets?
I know it’s March – is it about nature outside? Is it about coming out of my piggy hibernation from the winter?
Is it about Spring and Summer that relate to warm weather and running? Is that the bracket they are talking about?
Is it about the fresh fruit that I start to get with warmer weather? You know – strawberries, cantaloupes and my favorite watermelon?
I’m confused – will I go mad if I get this bracket?
Is it time to kick back in my chair outside and let the sun touch my belly? Maybe the bracket is making sure that I use suntan lotion so that I don’t burn? I know it’s definitely time to kick these hooves up in the air and start coming out of the cold of winter.
I’ve been so confused about this for days that finally I had a heart to heart with mom this morning. I asked her what this March Madness and bracket thing was. I was kind of getting scared about it.
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The backboards that shatter. The free throws. The rebounds. The dribbling. It all comes back to me now.
It’s *THAT* kind of March Madness. That’s such a relief. I thought for a moment it was a disease! Snort.
So, let’s everyone get a little bit of the March Madness and shout for your team! I wonder if they need a smart, slightly spoiled, adventurous pig for a team. With this pot belly I’m kind of awkward in making a dunk but I can be heck on dribbling!
Yep, me and mom have been at it again. I thought I was dying. Really I did. I heard about this mysterious disease on the television on the afternoon news. I can’t get sick. Who would take care of mommy then? So, I did what I do best. I sent her a text.
My texts are in grey and mom’s are in blue. You’ll see. I thought this was the end.
What is this March madness that I keep hearing about? I turn on the television and they are talking about it. Dad is talking about it. It’s on the computer. I don’t get it. They talk about March madness and brackets. Brackets? What are brackets?
I know it’s March – is it about nature outside? Is it about coming out of my piggy hibernation from the winter?
Is it about Spring and Summer that relate to warm weather and running? Is that the bracket they are talking about?
Is it about the fresh fruit that I start to get with warmer weather? You know – strawberries, cantaloupes and my favorite watermelon?
I’m confused – will I go mad if I get this bracket?
Is it time to kick back in my chair outside and let the sun touch my belly? Maybe the bracket is making sure that I use suntan lotion so that I don’t burn? I know it’s definitely time to kick these hooves up in the air and start coming out of the cold of winter.
I’ve been so confused about this for days that finally I had a heart to heart with mom this morning. I asked her what this March Madness and bracket thing was. I was kind of getting scared about it.
The backboards that shatter. The free throws. The rebounds. The dribbling. It all comes back to me now.
It’s *THAT* kind of March Madness. That’s such a relief. I thought for a moment it was a disease! Snort.
So, let’s everyone get a little bit of the March Madness and shout for your team! I wonder if they need a smart, slightly spoiled, adventurous pig for a team. With this pot belly I’m kind of awkward in making a dunk but I can be heck on dribbling!
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