Okay, the clone is really irritated that I'm not giving her credit for all the stuff she's doing. It's harvest time here in Texas and the corn needs picking. Since I'm up to my neck on deadlines, I've sent out the clone to do the work. Oh, she wants me to call her The Clone now. Sheesh. Next thing you know, she'll want her own name.
Here's the field.
See why it's got to be harvested today?
Can't wait for the buttery goodness!
Hurry up The Clone.
She's such a camera ham.
Is there harvesting to be done at your house? Want me to send The Clone over when she's done here?