Back in the dark ages (I was still married to the Late and Unlamented) my dad gave me a set of three wooden cutting boards, shaped like pigs. The smallest was made of quarter inch plywood, so it didn’t have a long shelf-life. I have no idea what happened to the middle one, but the largest is still on duty in our kitchen.
The last 60 years or so have not been kind to it, although considering the hard use it’s had, I have no reason to complain. It is badly stained, and you can see daylight through the crack in the bottom.
Recently, The Squire got a piece of pine and cut out a new pig for me, but the old one is still in service, sitting beside the stove.
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Now your pig has a friend.
Nice job Jim.
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So sweet of Squire to cut you a new pig! 3 piggies now! Nice indeed. I love your description of the late and unlamented. Might be useful to describe me when I am gone LOL!
I don’t think you’ll ever fall into the same category as the Late and Unlamented. He was a real “gem”, to put it mildly. He put me down constantly, ran around, drank, etc. The best way to get him to do something was to argue against it and vice versa.
Oh gee…your Late & Unlamented is not sounding nice. Yet you stoically stayed on, till he passed(?)…I am so glad you are with Squire now. You deserve love🥰🐾😽