Speaking of water, I have used a lot of it the last two days. Why? Once again, the answer is my sister. I know. I know. She's the topic of the week. Even now that I am home, I still have Tina-on-the-Brain, a disease for which there is no cure other than, say, moving to Alaska or divorcing my family. I unpacked my clothes, clean and dirty alike yesterday, to find that they all reek of cigarettes. Great...Now, I mean no offense to any of you smokers out there, but maybe this post and the accompanying insight will give you a little incentive to make quitting smoking one of your New Year's resolutions. You stink. Literally, you smell like cigarettes even when you smoke outside. You then bring this smell back inside with you and contaminate the previously clean air and people around you. The smell is not all that noticeable if you live with people whose noses are always stopped up or who aren't sensitive to smells. However, if you live with someone like me who can smell everything (What can I say? I have a big nose) and who is allergic to scents in general, then the cigarette odor, however slight, is a big problem, the kind that causes heads to ache, throats to swell, and washing machines to run nonstop.
That's right. I'm having to rewash all those clothes, even the clean ones. I may not love the stench, but, given what my water bill is likely to be next month, I can almost guarantee you that my water and sewage company does. I think the cigarettes may have just bought their employees a new mouse pad or two. I just wonder if Camel Joe or the Marlboro Man will be on them.
