The Man Smell

Finally figured out why I dislike Summer so much . . . it’s all the fucking yardwork.

I just spent all day doing yardwork, cleaning out the garage, taking a fence down, knocking down wasp nests (hate the little bastards, hate ’em), cutting up lumber, and just generally being a guy for six hours.

This is about as manly as I will ever smell: Gasoline, dirt, grass, sawdust, sweat.

Gonna go shower. I’ll be spending my evening drinking some beer and writing about Hephaestus, in case you’re wondering what I do when the manly part of me becomes too much to handle.