Mute at the museum (well, almost)

My daughter warned me, and she meant it. “Don’t say anything dumb mom…” I walked past the sculpture of the big, fat naked guy with wild, bulging eyes.. and I said nothing. Ok, so maybe I said a little something, but it was under my breath. Then I walked past the statue (below) facing piles…

When pigs fly

This morning I read an article about a woman who flies with her “service pig.”  Seems this piglet’s presence calms her while she travels. . Well that’s just great, isn’t it? . I have a fear of flying as well, and if I had to endure a flight with a squealing pig next to me,…