Porter

Porter built a forge. Yes, a forge. In my backyard. He is now making knives for small children and distributing them throughout the neighborhood.

Okay, I may be exaggerating slightly. But he did build a forge. In a tire rim that he found in the desert. And the bellows? Well, that would be my blow dryer. *sigh*

These pictures were actually taken when the fire wasn't going, so the second picture is posed. He comes in smelling like campfire every day and he's dirtier than...well, dirt. But he has a big grin on his filthy face when he comes inside.
What a guy. Love my Porter.