What has Landon been up too lately? Planting corn. Planting corn. Oh yeah, and planting more corn. I get calls for 7 more bags of.....corn. Oh and make sure it has an "H" on the label, or a "G" on the label. The ones he usually wants are under a pile of ones he doesn't want. Who needs to go to the gym? Lifting 7 bags from a pallet into the Suburban is quite the workout.
It doesn't help when your best bud says, "WOW, I never noticed your arm muscles". Thanks, I have lifting bags of.....yep, corn. Note to self, burn all tank tops ASAP.
The next picture is for the lady who said, "I wish I could sit in the air conditioning and listen to the radio all day." I don't know about y'all, but I could not run all these electronics in this tractor cab. This is NOT your grandfathers John Deere.
I told Landon he had a few more bags of a certain letter of corn on the porch. I was promptly told those were not the same ones. They weren't RoundUp corn. "Thank goodness I didn't bring them," I replied. "Who loaded you," he asked. Me, myself and I. And yes, they were heavy.