Oct 5, 2008

a five minute glimpse into my life.


I'm reading the latest copy of Elle Decor when my father calls.
He's just returned from hunting. He wants to know if I'd like some of the wild boar he's killed.



I say, "maybe later, thanks."

9 comments:

ayem8y said...

You know it’s tough these days to be able to do it all and simultaneously. Decorating, fashion, trapping, gutting etc…Looks like somebody will be getting a new wild boar fur coat for Christmas this year.

TJB said...

Tell him to sell it to one of our chi-chi Italian restaurants here in NYC. A plate of tagliatelle with wild boar ragu goes for around $25.

And then you can consult Elle Decor for tasteful tips on positioning your boar skin rug for maximum effect.

Miss Janey said...

Will he be brining parts for wild boar knuckles?

jason said...

is that a euphemism, Miss J?
If so, probably.

Elizabeth said...

Too too funny. There are times my mother will just look at me with utter perplexity. She's even said, "How on Earth did you come from ME?" And I just have to shrug in one of the endless variations of your "maybe later, thanks."

(I take it Daddy is going to be voting for Miz Palin and that guy she's running with?)

jason said...

Not unless he hopes to be strung up like that wild pig there.

mrpeenee said...

When confronted with wild hog, I say, "Go for glamour." Which probably explains why I no longer reside in Texas.

Michael Guy said...

I hear DIOR is all about the wild boar muff for Winter '08...

The Other Andrew said...

He said muff, snerk.