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It’s Yard Work Day

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It's Yard Work Day

IT’S YARD WORK DAY

It’s yard work day.

I wore thick socks and boots.

With long pants tucked into the boots.

And a toxic level of bug spray.

I still got eaten alive.

What the heck?

On one ankle, I have a three-inch welt that goes all the way around.

It’s very painful.

It feels like an ankle monitor.

But without the exciting story of an arrest.

I can’t imagine anyone at a cocktail party being even mildly interested in my early-morning weed-whacking adventures.

It almost makes me want to take up crime.

Just for the storytelling opportunities.

Stupid bugs.

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