Glee

To me, glee would be someone with a big dumb grin on their face, jumping up and down, whilst clapping their hands. I don't think I could ever feel "gleeful". That being said however, it was with a wee bit of wicked glee wherein I mowed down those bright yellow heads waving happily in the wind today.

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Preparing to work outside, I had swabbed down any areas of skin that would be exposed, with rubbing alcohol. This serves well to keep the mosquitoes at bay. I knew it was going to be hot, but I was more concerned about being eaten alive by those damn things, so, despite the sweat-inducing warmth, I wore my overalls, long socks, a long-sleeve white t-shirt and hat. Needless to say, at some point, I took the shirt off, but not for long, as we know those tiny beasts are attracted to the natural human glow that transpires. I was glowing buckets by that time. The funny thing is that even with all those clothes on, I did end up getting bitten... um... in the middle of my ass cheek. (Pardon my language, but those were the first words that came to mind.) So... I wonder... was it with a certain amount of glee that the little bugger went up my pant leg or down the top of the overalls and didn't bite me anywhere else? I just find that strange.

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Ah... forget about glee... Laughing feels good.