burntmedia | dj mosquito

if there is one thing that i’ve learned so far living in georgia its that as of memorial day all the way through to labor day, if i pick the wrong day and time to work in the yard, my shirt is so wrung with sweat that my balls serve as the path of least resistance as it drips off my body. we could put it up for debate, but i’m pretty sure that it is worse than underboob sweat. my description is at least good enough that my wife is leaning towards agreeing.

so tomorrow i go back to work after finding my happy place. its not quite finished, but then again, its always “under construction.” i consider myself fortunate that i’ve had both help as well as inspiration through much of the effort.

i’m hoping it was like a reset button, but we’ll know soon enough. thankfully i have at least another four courses to lay so i have plenty of opportunity to work out frustration with sweaty balls.