Plowing a field

So on the way to lunch yesterday with the illustrators, we saw a guy riding around on some sort of farm vehicle (I didn’t think it was big enough to be a plow, looked to me more like a huge sitting lawn mower). Lori says “oh look he’s plowing the field.” Whether he was or not, Dwane’s response was great:

“I plowed a field once. It was so boring. There was a dead cow in the middle of the field so I kept running over it just to have something to do.”

The power was out at work this morning for nearly an hour and a half. It might still be out, though they’ve generated enough power for us to work again. I was forced to study art history (I’m probably lucky as I can use all the study time I can get for the test this week). That is, until Marianne brought down her laptop and started showing me the most recent Strong Bad e-mails… man those guys that make that site crack me up, so random.