my driver on the way home was smoking a stinky stogie before I got in.

I now must wash, to get the pooy smell out.

I’ll elaborate later. ick.

[I’m back]

yuck.

that was foul… 10 minutes in there and the reeking stench of a dollar cigar was permeating every fiber of my clothing my hair and skin.

I’m glad I didn’t bring Newtie to work. Cigar stinky-kitty. ugh.

Upon getting home, I hung my fouled gear up to dry, and promptly hopped in ye olde shower…man. what a relief it is to be free of that. I just went near the clothes I’m airing out before putting in the bin, and they reek….

I am so glad that my sweetie isn’t a smoker… aside from being a nasty habit and unhealthful…. it ruins the breathing space of others, too.

Anyhow, I’m warm, dry, nice smelling, and have a happy kitty purring next to me now…all is well with the world.