Brad called around 9:00 last night to have me bring him a gas can from our house. The fertilizer pump thingie was out of gas. Ok, no problem. That's easy enough. He was planting right down the road. So I packed up my gas can in the back of my car & off I went.
I know this picture is crappy but I wanted to include it so I could tell ya'll how much trouble I got into for taking it. 
'cuz see, I was SO worried about taking a picture that I drove past the field & had to pull into the grass which was as tall as my car! "You need to not worry so much about taking pictures & pay attention to what you're doing!", he scolded. Gahhh! I am DEDICATED to my art!
I know this picture is crappy but I wanted to include it so I could tell ya'll how much trouble I got into for taking it. 'cuz see, I was SO worried about taking a picture that I drove past the field & had to pull into the grass which was as tall as my car! "You need to not worry so much about taking pictures & pay attention to what you're doing!", he scolded. Gahhh! I am DEDICATED to my art!So while Brad was filling the fertilizer tanks up, he called Brian to find out which field to go to next. I was secretly wishing for a move to the barn...'cuz it's right down the road. Please be the barn, please be the barn. Uh, no..not moving to the barn. We had to go out to the sticks of Washington County. Ugh!
And then I got bored, so I start checkin' thangs out. Then I see these weird new thingies on the planter. Now, mind you, I do not profess to notice every little single solitary detail of all the thingies on any of the equipment. But these definately stuck out. And I'm like, "uh, Brad, these spikie thingies haven't always been on here, have they?" And he said, "No, those are the new things we bought for the wet ground." Ok-so I remembered him mentioning that they bought "x" amount of dollars in "stuff" for the planter for the wet ground. 
And then I got bored, so I start checkin' thangs out. Then I see these weird new thingies on the planter. Now, mind you, I do not profess to notice every little single solitary detail of all the thingies on any of the equipment. But these definately stuck out. And I'm like, "uh, Brad, these spikie thingies haven't always been on here, have they?" And he said, "No, those are the new things we bought for the wet ground." Ok-so I remembered him mentioning that they bought "x" amount of dollars in "stuff" for the planter for the wet ground. So I ask the obvious question--how much did they cost?! $100 for each row. There are 16 rows on the planter...I'll let you do the math...
I want to brag on Brad for just a second. (Don't worry-I'm gonna blast him in a minute...) He's like a really smart "hands on" kinda guy. He is good at electronics & he works in a metal shop & can make something out of a nothing hunk of metal. He made these black things that the fertilizer tanks sit on. I think they look just like they always belonged there!
Now for the blasting. While I'm standing in the middle of the field looking around waiting to get my marching orders, I notice something in the cab of the tractor...
Yes, trash! EW! Like, 'I drank a bottle of gatorade but I'm too busy (aka lazy) to throw it away.' Really Brad? Really?! So then we were ready to move. First we had to take the truck w/ the fertilizer tank back to the barn, then we went back to field to get the tractor to move.
Let me just tell ya THIS about moving. I hate moving. I loathe moving. I hate moving more than fingernails on a chalk board. I hate it more than going to the dentist. I hate it more than my "yearly" appointment w/ the stirrups (c'mon ladies-you KNOW what I'm talkin' about!!) And Brad KNOWS I hate it - but he still makes me do it. I know I've said it before, & I will probably say it a LOT more... ah, the life of a farmers wife...
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