Seven words that I wished never came out of my mouth.  “Sure I’ll bring the pig heads over!”.

It was one of the first real chilly days of fall and also slaughter day for our pigs.  A ceremony that I wanted no part of.  I don’t do blood, guts, death, I’m getting a little whoozy just thinking about it.

Here Piggy Piggy

Breathe, breathe ……… ok.

“Do ya think you could bring the pig heads over, I don’t have time.”

“Sure I’ll bring the pig heads over!”

Oh crap, what did I just agree to do?

Eventually the pig heads showed up at my house all warm  under the cover of a trashbag.   Before I hopped into my car I let out the hugest scream. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”  I tucked my nose safely inside my sweatshirt placed my sweaty palms firmly on my steering wheel, put the car into drive and away I went.  What made the situation worse was that the bodies that were once attached to these warm, stinky pig heads, were in the truck in front of me.  Trying to pretend I was on a beach in Maui sipping a Pina Colada wasn’t cutting it.  I literally felt like I was going to pass out.

“Fight or flight, must keep driving, can’t pass out and crash.”

I knew once I passed the crazy cow lady I was home free.  There she was, like she was every day, braiding cow tails and massaging their backsides.  I remember thinking to myself that I’d rather be her at this moment.

Holy mother of God I made it to my destination!  I have never exited a vehicle so fast.   I stumbled through the door with a face as white as a ghost and with my heart about to do a pole vault out of my chest.

“I need a shot now.” I said with the utmost sincerity.

It took two shots of rum and an hour long nap to find my place in the world again.

And all for head cheese…whatever that is.

But…………I survived it!