Wonder if I pack it in dry ice, if a balonie cake would make it to Alan's house? Ha ha, that would be cruel I guess. But I might come to Iowa, I could retire this June if I got another job. They need any Canadian Herdsman down there? Gotta say though, when I worked on the pig farm, although we were an intensive farm, we treated our piggies pretty well.
I'll probably pay some kind of huge kharmic debt for sending thousands of porkers to their final squeal.
Maybe I'll get a pet pig to make up for it. He can ride in the new freighter, I'll put a patch over one of his eyes and call him "Patchy the Pig". He could find truffles for me, chase away wild animals, and snuggle up to me on cold nights....cause if I actually get Patchy, I'll be single again.
But enough of the pork debates! Hopefully I'll start prepping the strongback tomorrow! I'm squeally, squeally excited about that!