So Sorry

Some days it just seems counterproductive to take a shower and clean up then an hour later the heat and humidity have covered me in stinky sweat again.

Tis the seson when my laundry accumulates at a fast smelly rate.

Many of my thin summer shirts that help me stay cool are just ripping to shreds. I went to put one on and as I whirled around to see if it felt cool enough, I hear this r-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-p-p-p-p-p-p.

I get a hand mirror to stand at another mirror to look  at my back. There is a hole bigger than my hand across the shoulder of my favorite shirt.

So that folks, was the scream heard around the campground this morning.

Sorry about that.