When I lived at home . . . my wife's honey do's were pretty much contained to this . . . build me a frame for my new picture OR I need some new pantry shelfs constructed OR a shelf built for over her bed, which she knew I would do out in the garage . . . hot summer day, garage door closed of course . . . naked as the day I opened my account . . . I'd sweat like you can't believe . . .even with a big ole ceiling fan running . . . and by the end of my task . . . I'd be naked, sweaty and sawdusty. Sometimes I would even think . . . jez, I think even my dick is callused after today . . .or at least for that day. Good times. I never mowed the lawn or did yardwork in the buff though . . . too many prudish (although typically good folks) neighbors about. jy

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