Butterfly

From: Lee’s Fish and Photos

You know the days when you have a bunch of ideas for a post but it’s really hard to narrow it down to one, well, that’s what’s happening to me today.
I’ve decided to let go and just write about a conversation over iMessage with a friend today, you know I’m a source of wisdom and good advices (not really).
But before that, have you noticed the facelift my blog went through? Looks cleaner now, I gotta work on the blogroll.

Back to the conversation with my friend, it went like this (I could have used screen shots of the conversation but I guess he would kill me if I reveal his name):

Friend (he lives in the middle of nowhere, I think he’s a rebel Amish): Are you there? (it was 4am my time, I was covering my pillow with slobber)

Me (4 hours later): What’s the matter? 

Friend: Nothing’s really the matter. It just gets a little lonely at night I guess. 

Me: Like a motherless dog or pig? It happened to Doggy and to Butterfly. Butterfly was a pig at my grandparents farm. 

Friend: Rolling eyes face. 

Me: They found Butterfly in the middle of nowhere, she was only a piglet, ears cover on maggots. Grandma took care of Butterfly but she would cry at night. She was like a dog. The point is don’t feel lonely, if Butterfly had someone to care about her so do you. And please, don’t squeal at night. 

Friend: Somehow that’s actually a pretty story. 

Me: And a true story, Butterfly died of old age, nobody could eat her. See you 2 have a lot in common. 

Friend: 3 rolling eyes faces. 

Me: Nobody would eat you, you’ll probably die of old age too. 

Friend: I gotta go back to sleep weirdo, thanks for the kind of encouragement. 

Me: Good night. 

Have a happy Friday, it’s Friday!!!!

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