I noticed it after I got off the phone with Elna -- we were discussing the lack of Amish-built wood-stoves in Siberia. I hung up the phone, came into the living room, and wrestled Mojo to the carpet. Then I noticed the stale popcorn stink.
Alane is at the mall. This gives me the opportunity to blast Christmas music. Real Christmas music. Got Fishbone's Iration on right now.