I was complaining about under-boob sweat the other day and my brother says, "Maybe you should put some ice cubes under there." And I replied, "That sounds like a really good idea." And my brother says, "I was joking!" No, it really is that hot out there. Every time I have to go out and pick caterpillar food I tell the little guys they should be grateful. First, they're not out there in the heat, and they have me picking food for them! Aren't I supposed to be the top of the food chain? Something seems wrong here...
