CLIMBING TO NEW HEIGHTS

I guess he didn't want me to see him pee his pants.

Sunday, while everyone was out doing chores on the farm I was reading a stupid, stupid book which I refuse to reveal name of. Let's just say that males cannot write books on love. Enough said. As I was reading in agony the house phone rang. I ignored it. I don't live there anymore so it can't be for me. Also, the phone was upstairs and I was downstairs. That was my laziness and just had a big, BIG bowl of ice cream side kicking in. If you know me then you know that I hate phones. I am not a phone talker. That gene went completely to my sister Rachel. Anyway after the phone stopped ringing my parents cell phone started ringing. Ignored it. Then the house phone rang again. By this time I was going to teach this caller a lesson by not answering the phone. Stupid caller let the phone ring 38 times. Must have known I was home. Slowly patience for phones is wearing thin. Must be strong though. Immediately after that Clayton's cell phone started ringing. Refused to get up from couch. Then my cell phone started ringing the same time the house phone started ringing again. Ughhhh. By this point I am ready to pull a Naomi Cambell and start chucking the phone at things (or people in her case). It was Cort. Clayton wanted me to come down the farm because he had climbed the 90 ft. harvestore. This was quite a feat for Clayton. He doesn't like heights and has wanted to climb it 2 other times but came back down after the 5th rung on the ladder. His excuse to climbing it this time was that I wasn't around so he had no one to fail in front of (except my mom, dad, Brandon, Cortney, 4 Hispanic workers, 600 Holstein cows and 8 annoying stray cats). "Near, Far wherever you areeeee." Trying to do the Titanic pose. "Never leave me Jack. Promise you will never leave." All you hoochies yet your eyes off of my husbands butt.
waving because your photo obsessive wife makes you pose for a picture after every 4th rung.
ya there is supposed to be a ladder there.
dust, pigeon poop and other unknown objects cover the ladder rungs.
90 foot climb in milk boots. Impressive.
As you can see Clayton brought his WHITE work shorts to work again on the farm. I'm really hoping the basketball short/milk boot look catches on. It is quite a fashion statement.