As I mentioned in an earlier post, we have a lot of farms out our way. Yesterday while driving by one, tuning out four kids and the catchy theme song from Hannah Montana that I had to play for the umteenth time, I came to the conclusion that if we hit the lottery, Jermaine may just become a farmer. Yes, I think he would. A hay farmer, nothing too complex.
Farming would be the perfect profession for Jermaine, here's my rationale:
1) He LOVES to cut the lawn. Every Saturday morning he gets up at the crack of 9am and hops on his John Deere for a two-hour lawn expedition. When I suggested that he wait until Sunday morning before church, he informed me that he can't - he looks forward to cutting the lawn all week, so Saturday morning it is.
2) He loves the physical labor scene. Jermaine would be happy to work with his hands ("real work"). He once told me that wearing a tie is like being strangled all day - he would be happy if he never had to wear a tie again.
3) He'd love to work from home. Jermaine doesn't need the social interaction at the office, he'd be happy talking to no one all day. Maybe a dog; yeah, he'd probably get that Swiss Mountain Dog and attach some kind of plow to it. When he was trying to "sell" me on this dog he told me it's a "working dog". However, unless it can babysit three kids and make dinner, it's of no use to me.
Its always fun to think about what you'd do if you won the lottery (which would be a real miracle, since we don't even play the lottery). Of course you'd relax for a bit, but then you'd want to do something constructive with your time...what would you do?
I think I'd get a babysitter and go back to school for my doctorate. Since Jermaine will never comment on my blog, I can basically write whatever I want about him without correction. He'd be a farmer, either that or a figure skater.