Last night I posted on Facebook that Vince had said maybe I could get a couple of pigs. When I was a kid, I would ask my parents for something and they would say “maybe”. I would ask . . does that mean yes or no? It means maybe. I could never understand that. I guess I’ve always been a black and white kind of girl .. not much gray area. What does “maybe” get a pig mean? I don’t know but I’m not pushing my luck because this is the first time he hasn’t emphatically said NO!
When I posted that on FB, a friend whom I’ve known since we lived in Kentucky, wrote this:
When you lived in Owensboro I really didn’t get to know the “real you.” I thought of you as a quilter but you are so much more! You rock!
Then I started thinking about when Vince and I got married. He thought I was “normal”. I suppose his first indication that he might have gotten more (or less) than he bargained for was when I started making our soap. Then I had him till me up a little spot for a garden, and then I was begging for chickens . . and goats. And at least 40 acres . . and to live off the grid. And then I wanted an orchard, and I wanted him to hunt deer and turkey for our freezer. He went from eating out almost every night to where we would eat out maybe once a week and now, I kick and scream when we have to eat out.
I wonder . . if he knew then what he knows now . . would my last name not be the same as his? You don’t have to provide an answer and for heaven’s sake, let’s not let Vince answer that question! 🙂