There are NO cigarettes ANYWHERE in the house, the car or the garage. I checked. The two spares on BH's bathroom shelf are gone, as is the half-smoked one in his ashtray. If I don't take the trash out soon, I will be scavenging for butts in there. Nicotine gum helps. A little.
I. AM. LOSING. MY. MIND.
I can't wait to get to work tomorrow, where I'm accustomed to not having the little fuckers around.
Pardon my French.