"By the Time she was Sixteen Years Old she was Taken..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

We're in the midst of the corn. Looks like we might get seven quarts, or seven and a half if we're lucky. It is hot, sweaty and disgusting, my fingers are burnt as well as pruny, and I have corn in my hair. ^___^ And I have picked out more corn bores than I ever want to see again, although we totally escaped corn smut this year (eee!). Probably it's for the next planting.

Also, I had a stimulating conversation with Daddy:

Him: What row are you in?
Me: Nine.
Him: You are not. You're in eight.
Me: Nine.
Him: But it can't be. I only planted nine rows.
Me: Then you're in the wrong one.
Him: No, no, you're in eight.
Me: I bet you anything I'm in nine.
Him: *mumbling unhappily to himself*
Me: I bet you five dollars I'm in nine. Are you on? Five dollars.
Him: *woeful mumble*
Me: Five dollars and I'll do the husking.
Him: *goes out and counts*
Me: What row am I in? I'm still willing to bet.
Him: You're in eight!
Me: I just moved down a row.
Him: But--
Me: Daddy. You've been picking from the second planting. I was in row nine.
Him: I'm going to check. *finds his little farm diary and looks it up, from way back in June* ;_______________; Oh, no, I planted ten rows.
Me: ...
Him: Oh.
Me: I WAS IN NINE. TOLD YOU SO.

--And the timer just went off, so it's back to the project. XD

EDIT: Also, I think Hamlet may be influencing me just a little much. Every time I picked an ear of corn, I went 'AHAHAHA! I GOT YOUR EAR, KING HAMLET!".

Comments

[eremon-lass.livejournal.com]

Your daddy is very silly, because obviously you know what row you are in. And yay, Hamlet!corn!

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

That's what I said. For heaven's sake. ^_~ --HAMLET!CORN.

[eremon-lass.livejournal.com]

I am going to write you a story about Hamlet and Horatio and corn now, for verily the potbunnies cometh. *snug*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Eeeee, you are splendid and have the heart of a Soujin in your bunny hands. ^______^

[eremon-lass.livejournal.com]

They were traveling in a strange place, or strange to Hamlet at least. Horatio’s father had traveled all over the world, and taken Horatio with him, before they had met. This place was called by some the “New World,” Hamlet supposed because it was so different from the old one.

They were walking through a field full of tall green things, taller than they were with strangely shaped green knobs on the top. Hamlet stopped and looked at them. Horatio surprised him then by breaking one of the knobs off its stalk.

“Look,” he said, peeling back the green to reveal tiny rows of gold bumps. “’Tis called ‘corn’ methinks. ‘Tis used for many things: eating, fire fuel-”

“Hiding,” said Hamlet, glancing about at the stalks rising above their heads. He smiled at Horatio, who grinned back. “Aye, my lord, that too.”

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Haaaaaamlet, you're a jerk. XD XD You win so much. Bweeeeeeeee, thank you. <33333 ^_^

[julietveiled.livejournal.com]

...corn smut. That's so gross. XD

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

It is pretty disgusting. It's black and squishy and grows all over the corn, incasing it in grossness. XD

[gileonnen.livejournal.com]

I am filled with absurd joy for a) the row debacle and b) ears. *grin* I am stealing a song from my dear host serpent_dreams solely because the title is something about getting stabbed in the ear, and I found that way too amusing. ^____^

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^___^ I get the feeling we're all a bit immature where Hamlet is concerned.