roasting a piggy

we had a pig roast at my parent's farm...kind of a throw-back to the days where 100 japanese tourists would come to our house to feast on homemade pork (literally) and take off their shoes to walk on the grass...at least, that's what my brother says. i don't remember them doing that. other memorable occurences were the theft of card tables - you can never have too many? - and the much-anticipated arrival of mr. plaid pants.

thanks, mom and dad, for all your work! everyone had a blast (too bad about the obnoxious 5 year old and i am most certainly not referring to my precious niece), and the food was delicious. the weather was a bit soggy, but that didn't dampen spirits, which is most important.

until next time!