07/22/2026
Yesterday I grossed my friend, dr. Pat out. While I was mowing trails with my brother's little brush cutter, little green bugs kept going up my pants legs and crawling around. I couldn't get them out without taking my pants off, couldn't go in from the field every time I felt one crawling and wasn't just going to tolerate them so I squished them right through my pants. I told Pat and mentioned that I would probably find little green bug carcasses all over my legs when I got home and changed. He said he predicts I'll be alone the rest of my life and that I hide my level of sophistication quite well. I told him that's okay. I don't care what others think. They don't do it much anyway.
Sister Kristi suggested I take my pants off to mow. Niece Evie said tuck my pants into my socks. I tried to mow again and discovered to put my socks over my pants bottoms, i have to reach my socks. There goes that option. It's probably a good thing I couldn't get the mower to start today.