Nice little snow squall yesterday—about 5″, I guess. The boys were annoyed because it started at two, which was too late to get early dismissal and was over by about ten last night, so the town had plenty of time to clean up and we didn’t even get a delay. A waste of a snowstorm, according to the kids. They quit grumbling when I pointed out they at least weren’t spending the holiday season in a gymnasium with several hundred of their neighbors.

Anyway, this morning I’m out dodging idiots who think several tons of 4-wheel drive metal equals indestructible and listening to the radio. I love me some country. Seriously. But sometimes they take the whole backwoods thing a bit far, and the song I heard this morning is a prime, though most likely inadvertent, example. The chorus of “International Harvester” by Morgan Craig (pay special attention to the bolded parts):

I’m the son of a 3rd generation farmer
I’ve been married 10 years to the farmer’s daughter
I’m a God fearin’ hard workin’ combine driver
Hoggin’ up the road on my p-p-p-p-plower
Chug a lug a luggin’ 5 miles an hour
On my International Harvester

So…he’s married to his sister?

By saying “the farmer’s daughter”, it refers back to the the farmer already mentioned, which is his dad. So he’s married to his father’s daughter.

At some point you’d think somebody would have said, “Let’s change that to a farmer’s daughter.”