Here’s honey’s new toy.  This isn’t the one he really wanted, but it’s about $8,000 less, so it’s the one he’ll settle for.  I told him that the other one better floss his teeth, wipe his rear, and carry him to work, for the price John Deere commands.  Atleast he has this little one to play with; I’m hopeful that he’ll let me use it someday, but I won’t hold my breath.  He has already called twice tonight from work to check on John.  How sick sweet!