It must be said that he did admit to four days without a shower this morning. Is it possible we have stopped smelling ourselves?
Sorry, friends, if we've been stinking. (Martin said he took the yell as a complement).
Martin with my brother, Kenton--he, Martin, our lawn, and I, are in a race to see who can grow the longest hair (or grass). I think the lawn is winning, much to our neighbors' horror. We're roasting hotdogs down the hill at Martin's homemade fire pit.
