I am sweaty. I just mowed the front lawn. With a push mower. I don't know if I stink yet because when I put gas in the mower about half-way through the front yard, I didn't put the spout on correctly and gas spilled all over my hand and shoe. Good thing I quit smoking two years ago. Must drink water and put a mole skin on busted blister which I got when I used Jarrett's sneakers to mow the front lawn.
p.s. I borrowed the mower from Dad so I could start with the back yard so Chase could play on the "playground". But now I think I might die if I attempt to go back out there in the blazing heat of south Florida.
p.s.s. Yuck! I just picked up my arms of the desk and there is a puddle of sweat. Maybe I should wipe the desk down now. Naw, maybe a little later. It's Ricky's desk anyway. He should wipe his own desk. And he should take out the garbage. And maybe he can mow the lawn.

OK I think I've rambled enough. Sorry about pouring gas on your shoe Jarrett. And for making them all grassy and dirty. And no, Ricky you don't have to mow the lawn. And yes I will wipe off your desk. I'm feeling a little better now. Maybe I will try to restart the mower. Did I tell you that I mowed the front lawn today...