Here I am. Your faraway Aunt, supporting you and your clothes!

The other day, I went and got pedicures with my two friends.

Yes.  I have two friends.

Let’s call them Tiffany and Erika.

As we were getting pedicures, Tiffany decides to bring up my strange farm life.

Tiffany to the Spa gals:  Taylor had 100 pigs this spring!

Spa Gal:  ONE HUNDRED?

Me (sigh):  Actually, the first round was 200 and the second was 150, so we had a total of 350.

Tiffany:  And Taylor even had to nurse a few of them.

And as she said that, she made a motion that would insinuate that I, Taylor Maliblahblah, nursed sickly weaner pigs on my own chest areas.

Spa gal literally stopped working on my feetsies and stared right at me.

Me:  Nope.  With a bottle.  Not “nursing.”

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David and I traveled many miles this weekend to get the Trailer of Dreams.  We took Cali, Alex’s dog, along with us.  Because after 2 1/2 years, he was ready to bring her home.

I will admit that I caring for Cali was NOT all sunshine and rainbows, but it was nice to see how happy Alex and Cali were to finally be reunited.  It almost made it all worth it.

Almost.

But anyways.  We had to leave Saturday, and Alex could not take Cali until Sunday.  So we did something I didn’t really know people did:

We stayed in a hotel room with a dog.

A.

Dog.

As we were getting ready to go on Saturday, I was getting one of the dog kennels from the house cleaned up and ready to go.  We figured we would need a kennel for Cali in the hotel.

Because, and please sit down for this, some hotels let people stay with dogs.

?

When we were about to leave, David informed me that he had loaded the kennel.  But I noticed the kennel and I had prepared was still sitting in our room.

David:  I grabbed one from the shop.

Me:  The one that used to house sickly pigs?

David:  I guess.

Me:  Isn’t it too small?

David:  Nah.

Me:  Is there still old pig poop hay in the bottom?

David:  Maybe.

And off we went.

Cali was a very good girl for the trip.  We got her into the hotel room and it was time to put her to bed in the kennel.

She didn’t want to go.

Also, she was too big.

Cali is fat.

David had to literally shove her in.  And, yes.  There was still pig poop hay in the kennel.  In case you were wondering.  And Cali hated the kennel and busted out of there around midnight.

We bought the trailer.  We met up with Alex and Lauralee.  We passed off the dog.  And then it was time to drive home.  And David wanted to take a nap.

So, I, yes, I, Taylor Maliblahblah drove the ginormous diesel truck and hauled our new fifth wheel for SEVENTY WHOLE MILES.

I drove it like a champ.  About 18 semi trucks passed me.  And David bought me my favorite ice cream cone:  moose tracks in a waffle cone.

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I believe I have solved the mystery of Auntie Datenut commenting on years worth of pictures regarding clothes.  The common denominator in all of these photos was Kate.

Kate was selected to be some sort of clothing ambassador?  For a clothing boutique?  I cannot be certain.

So she posted on The Facebooks that she was such an ambassador  for the clothing and appreciated all the love and support.

Now.  I am under the impression that Auntie does not use Facebook the way most people use it. She claims she doesn’t have a newsfeed.  So, when she gets on Facebook, she just looks up people and checks them out for awhile.  I guess.

So, she saw Kate’s post and then proceeded to go through years of photos and comment on the clothing.

Comments such as:

“Such cute clothes!”

“Here I am.  Your faraway aunt supporting you and your clothes!”

“Can’t really see your clothes in this picture, but I support you by stating I am sure they were fashionable.”
“Cute 3 inches of tank top I can see in this picture.”

You guyzzzzz.  I laughed so hard when it all came together.

Poor, sweet Auntie Datenut.

She gets an E for Effort, for sure.

Toodles!