Already forgetting

the list of things that I forgot to even put on the list is growing. I forgot that I needed a Gator battery, so I got that. I swear, I buy one of these things every day.

And the elevator is out of baby boy pig food. This led to a discussion of whether Boce is a big boy or still a little boy--according to the elevator man, if he were a real hog, we would be frying him up soon. SHOCKING talk from him. He has to order him potbelly grown up food for him, so meanwhile he is eaating regular pig food. I hope he will be okay.

Meanwhile, it is 66 freaking degrees here. What a mess