Was 98 degrees in Chicago and we tooled around doing stuff outside. My mom, dad, girlfriend, sister and boyfriend are all here.
One of the weird body things I have that I can’t seem to change is this sweating thing.
Here’s the deal. I don’t sweat under my armpits. Not sure why. I mean, maybe it’s just that I use deodarant, but I’m pretty sure most dudes do. Some guys, though, halfway through the workday their nastiness has bled through the undershirt and into the Brooks Brothers. It’s awful to look at, and those poor shirts just get ripped up. Those guys might as well just buy yellow shirts to match the future armpit stains.
