Monday, February 21, 2011

A farmer’s brain never stops farming.

I was scurrying around the house Friday morning trying to gather up a few last minute items for mine and Blair’s trip to Aunt Linnie’s – via Atlanta for a hearing test, which was the reason for my scurrying.

Brad: You got the machine? (nebulizer)

Me: Yes.

Brad: You got the adaptor? (for the car)

Me: Yes.

Brad: You got the temperature gauge? (huh?)

Me: The thermometer?

Brad: You know what I meant.

Me: Yes, dear, I have a thermometer.

It’s in his blood; he can’t help it.