So I says to me wife, I says, “Honey, What does this look like to you?”
And she says to me, she says, “Looks like the pigs dug a swale.”
And I says to her, I says, “Well I think it looks like the….pigs….du….oh.”
And so you see, kids, it’s a good idea, from the standpoint of your future genetic line, to marry someone both more attractive than you and, more importantly, more intelligent than you. But in practice it sucks. Not only does she run circles around me intellectually, everywhere we go people look at us like, “What’s SHE doing with HIM?”
So, while I work to determine how much of a swale I can hire the pigs to build for me on contour and sulk about being continually outsmarted by my lovely bride, here’s a video of the pigs enjoying fresh pasture. Ever seen a pig eat grass?
Behind every man…you know the rest. Happy pigs.
Your father has the same problem.