Well, my sprint plans went up in smoke. I went with the hubs to his deer lease to keep him from killing himself in this heat. The man has no sense. He has type 2 diabetes and his left foot has been swollen since the first week of July. Think I can talk him into going to the doctor? Of course not. The last time he went, they x-rayed his foot and said it wasn’t broken. Since they couldn’t tell him what was wrong, he might as well go to the deer lease to put corn in the feeders. I swear to God, that man will drive me to drinking.
w/a Merit Fynn