
Desperate times call for desperate measures. While working in the garden I could have my face swarmed with annoying, little, pesky black flies or look like this. I chose to look like this. I started mowing the lawn Friday, and Saturday Jason finished mowing it. He came in the house and commented; "Gosh I'm being eatten alive!" I think he should of wore the silly looking green hat."
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