I'm sitting here workin', typin' away, filin' away... and smellin' smoke. Not the 'oh my word, is the place gonna crumble soon?' kind of smoke smell, but the 'remnants of last night's bbqing adventure' kind of smoke smell. Now, I know for certain I wreaked of said smoke last night, much to my own dismay. So I promptly placed the foul clothing in the must launder pile, with no thought of re-using. I'm all double checking myself; nope, nothing on that's a rerun... Finally I realize, it's the stupid splint! The velcro straps, and possibly the liner, soaked up the wonderous *rolls eyes* scent.
Gives me even more reason to question/second guess myself. Maybe it really is time to drop the splint, except in dire straights circumstances of possible mangling or re-injury! Is this a sign? God laughing in my smoke-filled face, saying "move on, already! would ya?"? Who knows... for now I question, and get whiffs of bbq gone slightly array!
