I’m doing my best to make the 28 lbs of tobacco I just hoarded disappear. Personally, I think I’m doing a pretty swell job. My wife is too smart, though.
I fear this will end like the situation during WWII when the Germans went to great lengths to build a fake wooden town with wooden people, cars, etc. The allies waited patiently and then, once complete, they dropped a single wooden bomb on it. I’ll finish Mylar-ing my little cherry aromatic stained fingers to the bone and get it all safely tucked away just in time for her to say “don’t ever do that again”.
