Dirty!

There's something fabulous about working and getting so dirty, that when you get home, you peal your socks off and your feet are still a different color than your legs, and you must scrub to become all one color again.
And the fantastic falling over and sleeping like you've actually *done* something with yourself. Is good. Is very good.

And in related news, there are now far fewer ancle-biting, knee-twisting holes in the Catherd's lawn. The jungle has been beaten back, Huzzah!



Now, there is beer in my future. And likely less camping, as there's a 70% chance of rain.
Soggy Kragores with no way to get dry are Very Grumpy Indeed.

Instead, I shall be happy to let the boys go do boy things in the rain and the woods. They like that.
(I believe it involves running with sticks, poking at things that live under rocks, and playing in the mud with dogs.)
I find it is good to encourage the man to go out to do boy things once in a while. Makes him more relaxed- something everyone needs more of.

Mmm... beer.
- k.