I would however, lay money that some of our agriculture boys come home, inhale their dinner and then assume the couch position aimlessly staring at the Discovery Channel or ESPN.
Though clamoring and small explosions may go on around him, the world thinks he is engrossed in the racket coming from the TV. Daddy, Daddy--Is your brain turning to mush? one of the kids scream, the dog barks and chases his tail right in front of him, the cat proceeds to sharpen her claws on the arm of the couch. The other child theorizes approximately 5 inches from his year: "I think Daddy forgot to take out his earplugs." The wife beckons: " _____ insert name, ______insert name again____louder, Hey, who is winning?" Blank stare. "The baseball game" He replies, "Huh? Not sure."
Rather than roll our eyes and/or throw something (as I have occasionally be tempted to do), I would recommend a little grace, for a whole bunch of reasons. :) Our guys are bringing in their crops. The ones they have been planning for over a year and growing for the last 6-8 months. Prices may or may not be their friend, yields may or may not be their friend. But you know what? We are their friend...we appreciate them regardless of this year's crop.
They deserve our unconditional love and support, they gave farming their all once again. Happy Farmer's Day!