I have toyed with the idea of getting a Jeep for a few years. I could never really convince myself to get one, though. The other night, Shay and I were in a semi-serious discussion about getting one for next summer. The next day, my sister texted me and asked if I was interested in buying a Jeep, as her boss had one for sale. Divine intervention? I don't know that God wanted me to have a Jeep, but it was pretty easy how it all worked out, so maybe He did. Who knows how God works? Not me. Anyway, Dad, Sam and I went to look at it Saturday, and other than running out of gas on the way home with it, it's been pretty awesome. I've asked Shay 700 times why I hadn't bought one before. We already call dibs on driving it for irrigating. It's a lot of fun.
Not much else exciting is going on. I have a bunch of sunflowers in a couple of fields and they are driving me nuts, so I've been chopping some about every morning. I don't know how they got there, because I didn't see them when I was hilling. Looks bad, so I'm taking the corn knife to them. I'll never get done, but it makes me feel better about it. For all you farmers that read this, can you tell me why that kind of stuff always happens next to the highway? Sheesh.