Not every morning that my wife wakes me up, but one look in her eyes and I knew she was pissed. Now there are hundreds of valid reasons to be mad at me, but which one did she choose today?
“Buenos dias mi-”
“What the hell is that smell!?”
Better to play dumb, so I look back and forth quizzically before taking a cursory sniff of my under arm.
“The whole house reeks like weed!”
I smile as I try to think of something clever to say, then it all comes flooding back to me. I left the basement door open last night filling the house with the rich aroma of freshly trimmed reefer.
Ay, mota rica. Mi amor…
The look on her face tells me right away no matter what I come up that she’s not buying.
I think today I will look into a 6" inline fan to pair with the carbon filter going unused in the bathroom. 
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