She apparently doesn't mind the smell of damp potting soil...she's got 'em in her mud room/washing machine room. I know for a fact the smell of cowschidt don't bother her. From the last week of June to the second week of Sept, her husband calls her the Hay Nazi. She pretty much gets in two cuttings. He still works at a wage job so they can afford to keep ranchin'.


Well this is a fine pickle we're in, should'a listened to Joe McCarthy and George Orwell I guess.