When I hear the verse, “Don’t cast your pearls before swine,” I sometimes think, “Awww. The pigs. Why not? Just throw 'em some pearls.”
You should be honest around everyone.
After dinner, I went to the lake with Blondie and walked to the end of a dock, carrying one of the pumpkins from our wedding. We swung it in our arms to a chant of “one, two, three, THROW” and threw it hard and screamed, “We’re married.”
It was the one at the end that you can barely see.
They were sitting in the strawberry swing.