Consider this blog a tribute to nature’s pillows. Breasts, and to a lesser extent pot bellied pigs. Depending upon your stage in life, breasts are a bed and breakfast all rolled into one. I mean two. Or six if you are not in a common way. I’m fairly sure no piglets will ever read this post, so I’m really just talking to the dudes here. Take a minute and enjoy the squishy things in life. If you die today, this might be your last chance to see the squishiness.