Boys are Gross

We were about to get an early start to Sea Isle City yesterday-- the car fully packed, bikes on the rack, chairs on the roof-- when we noticed that not only had we packed everything and the kitchen sink, but we had also packed a strange pungent odor; after some pit-smelling and other investigation, Alex admitted he had not showered in a day and the stink was coming from him . . . so he ran inside and took a quick shower while we got egg sandwiches, and then the four of us were able to exist in a confined space for the two hour ride.