What does a tropical island, a mini-dress, a typhoon and pigs have in common?

As you know, we live on an undiscovered tropical island in the center of a South Pacific archipelago knows as The Philippines Islands. Not only do we just live here, but we also have an organic farm where we grow fruit, vegetables and nuts in the rich volcanic soil. Tonight we are expecting the full force of a typhoon, and apparently this typhoon comes with the excitement of a thunderstorm.

Click! Clack! BANG!!! ….Wheeeee!

‘Did you hear that Greg?’

‘Yes.’

‘What do you think that was?’

‘Lighting and thunder.’

‘But what about that other sound? I think it was one of our pigs. I hope she wasn't struck by lightning! I’m going to check on her. Will you come with me?’

With the curiosity of tasting my first bite of lightning fried pork, I reluctantly follow Rose out into the rain. 

The sight of seeing my wife running barefoot into a thunderstorm in only a black mini-dress to rescue a pig seems like inappropriate farm rescue attire… but this is the Philippines, and it’s More Fun in The Philippines.

Down the hill we run to where we heard the thunder and the crying pig. As we approach I can definitely smell something burning, but I’m not sure what it is.

Getting their ahead of me, Rose cries out, ’Greg, this is awful. You’re not going to like this.’

And I’m thinking, ‘Who doesn’t like fried pork. Especially lighting fried pork.’

As I get there I see why Rose is distraught… and I am too. Debris is everywhere. It looks like a small explosion took place… and I’m not talking about lightning exploded fried pork. Instead, it appears to be lightning induced pig fear… and our pigs are free from their pen. 

‘Rose, I guess we are going to have some good old fashion mud wrestling.’

Rose looks down at her black mini dress she is wearing. Then she looks at me. ‘Let’s Get it On!’
… and she dives in.

I don’t know how it happened, but in less than 1 hour, our pigs where happily enjoying playing in their mud, Rose was happily ‘enjoying’ seeing me covered in pig scented mud, and I am amazed. ‘Why am I covered in mud but you are completely mud free?’

‘Stop complaining dirty boy, and let’s get back to the house. I’m going to scrub you outside like a dog.’

‘I like that idea!’

‘I knew you would. Not let’s get moving, we need to be at Casa de Shaeffer for the Typhoon party’

It’s More Fun in the Philippines and it’s Like Winning the Lottery.