As you can imagine, a home with five sons, an evil genius handyman husband, two dogs, an elderly cat and fifteen chickens can get a little -how to say- malodorous. Don't misunderstand, I love every one of the aforementioned scent producers, but people... it can be a little hard on the nose around here. Par example: I sent one of my children (name redacted for the sake of their future pride. We'll refer to him here as Stanky Hank.) to the shower. Stanky Hank was in the shower for ten minutes. He emerged soaking wet and still covered with dirt. The conversation went a little something like this: Me: You were in there for ten minutes. Why View Post