D says I should do a photo blog. To enable me to do such, he drives down here and we go to a cornfield made into a maze. Yes, a corn maze. A maize maze.
I truly live the wild life.
For those who enjoy this sort of thing…
It was all through a cornfield maze from there on out. The clean, wholesome fun naturally included gigantic tires filled with dirt that rose about twenty feet into the air. (Naturally.) Temptation was too great not to climb it – meaning I raced over to climb it. And since we are liberal arts majors, we used the before mentioned pile o’ tires to figure out where exactly the damn entrance was…since we had trouble finding it. It didn’t bode well in the foreshadowing department. But I’m posting this so we didn’t get too lost and obviously D didn’t kill me for humming the Limbo song for about a half hour, nor did we get assaulted by crazy corn-oriented religious folk.
All’s well that ends…but he did make me miss the hayride. It’s cool though; I didn’t want to “roll out”, as it were, with him in the hay anyway.
Also, D, the whole set is here.
Now, onto pictures:
Notice, I’m Hard Hearted Hannah. I got type cast by a damn sign.
Ah, witty farmers: