I went camping. I came home. I was dirty.
No...I mean, when people hear dirty, they think just a little bit of grit under the nails, or a soft fine settling of dust. I was GRIMY. I hadn't showered in three days, and within those three days I swam in dirty water, got my feet covered in mud, rolled in the dirt, lifted logs, took garbage to the dump, and generally made a mess of myself.
I had a long long shower upon my return. I am so clean I squeak. Hoorah for extensive personal heigiene...which I did not spell right. Oh well.