I hate mowing the lawn! Actually, hate is probably too strong of a word, but I feel like I'm taking my life into my own hands everytime I work outside for any length at all. I spent much of the day on Saturday trimming/mowing/edging/cleaning outdoors & paid for it yesterday. I began to feel bad Saturday night and woke up feeling miserable: aching head, sneezing every few minutes, blowing my nose constantly, etc. I stayed home from church with Emerie while Andrea & the boys went. Felt really strange. I realized after she had gone that this was the first time in our married life that I have stayed home from church & she has gone. It has always been the other way around - usually because one or more of the children have been sick. I didn't like it. I wanted to be at church. I debated with myself whether I had made the wisest decision in staying home. That was, until the next wave hit about 11:30a and I was thanking God that I wasn't sitting in church feeling miserable.

I want to be wealthy - not so that I can have homes, cars, gadgets (okay, I'll admit - I'd buy a few gadgets). No, I want to be wealthy so that I can pay someone else to come and take care of my lawn and make it look pretty. Until then I guess I'll just have to learn to not breathe while I work on the lawn.