Yesterday we found GIANT TICK on Mort. It was HUGE, and full, like a grape almost. Well a grape is too big, like a raisn you dropped in the water for a while. Rasins always seem to be made of littler grapes.

Today DeNae cut the grass, after I brought home motor oil. My mower seems to be eating oil a bit. It doesn't blow smoke or anything (well unless it's totally out of oil) but there it does consume some. So maybe twice a season we have to top it off. I suppose this means I should start saving for a new mower.

I need to go pick up my orthotics tomorrow. Apparently I have flat feet. Who knew? But apparently this is why my feet hurt every morning when I get up. I would have thought since you can still tuck a hot wheel car under my arch and not touch my foot I didn't have flat feet. I am apparently wrong. We'll see how that goes.