This is Jacque the pig…
We have been counting down on our kitchen counter the number of weeks since it read 8 down, 31 to go. Thank goodness it now says 37 down, 2 to go.
My mom bought us this pig when we lived in Detroit. For some reason, Andrew could never remember what we were having for dinner. He would ask me in the morning (what all Shull men do…think about dinner first thing in the morning) and I would say something like pasta. Then, he would come home from work and ask me again. Then, he would usually ask me one more time. I will blame the poor memory on the fact that at the time, he was running into 300 pound offensive lineman for a living…but I’m pretty sure it was just plain old-fashioned not listening. So, my mom got this pig so I could write down what we were having for dinner and if he wanted to know, he would just have to look at the board. My mom is so wise :). I have turned the dinner board into a baby countdown board since June 5.
Thankfully, it will be reading dinner again quite soon. 12 days to go!!!