This is getting difficult.

This is a hard entry. I should tell you that yesterday was full of high temperatures and working in the yard. I guess I should be grateful for children's Tylenol and warm baths. Poor little Matthew was so sick yesterday that Lillian was holding his hand for the entirety of Finding Nemo and He didn't care.
I am also grateful that Man invented the shovel. Digging in the yard sucks, but how much more crappier would it have been without tools? I don't even want to think of it.