by LindaDUDE!!! My piggies were so awesome that I can’t take it! Ok…mix a wild boar with Wiley and a swimming elephant and you have the pigs from pig beach, oh, and a freaking rooster was there too! You would have thought I was preparing my castle for a visit from King Henry VIII. We had saved our leftovers from Carmine’s Italian restaurant, all veggies that looked a tad old, a marinated a flank steak that I bought in Nassau for them and finally a package of hot dogs (chicken of course, not pork for my piggies). NOT DONE YET… we grilled the flank steak to perfection shortly before we served it to them. We were ready to give them the feast of their wild pig lifetime. 
Our boat was the only one there when we pulled up, so up came swimming two big huge black spotted piggies and trailing behind was a smaller pink one that looked as pink as Wilbur from Charlotte’s web. Then later we recounted and it was a total of three larger black spotted pigs and two littler pink ones. So, what would you say in that situation? Here’s our narrative…
LINDA (out loud – high pitched): OMG, OMG, PIGGIES!!! Babe, Babe – do you have the camera?
GREG (out loud): Yup. All ready.
GREG (in his head): YESSSSSS, you made sure I had it by handing it to me and already confirming twice that it was on.
LINDA: Babe, Babe, do you see them? Where’s the camera? Babe! OMG! Look at them!!!
GREG (out loud): Yup. Got it.
GREG (in his head): Duh…each pig weighs about a ton and they are all flapping around the stern of our boat while you squeal at them while hand feeding each one…how could I miss them! Btw, I’m focused on not running aground since I tried to get you so close to the shore to see them.
LINDA: They are freaking huge! Babe, where’s the food? Babe, do you have the camera? OMG! Look! Give me more food! BABE!
GREG (out loud): Food is here and I’ve got great pics.
GREG (in his head): The food is a better spread than we just had for lunch and its all over the stern of the boat…and I haven’t put the camera down. If she asks if we can take one of the little pink ones home, the answer is no! And I’m not feeding them Wiley if she runs out of food.
A successful day…out loud AND in our heads! 😉
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