I also finished THE BABY'S QUILT! Though I'm still not really prepared with everything for the baby at this moment, he/she is now allowed to be born (you know in 3 weeks when he's full term.)
And, what do we have here? It seems that Ranger and Armand are part of this fairy tale!
As far as the ashtrays go, we've been living in one. We have a large basement room that is basically our "family room," where playroom, office, and art room all come together. We didn't have any seating besides uncomfortable table chairs, so we decided to borrow some furniture from the Army. We also weren't able to find a bed for Ashlyn that we liked, so we borrowed furniture for her room as well. When they dropped it off last week, I noticed a smokey smell, but I thought it was just the delivery guys. It was the furniture (and the delivery guys.) As soon as I walked into our basement after they left, I noticed the smell. It was awful. I called right away, and they were very apologetic, but I had to wait until today for new furniture to be delivered and the smoke infested stuff to be removed. If I spent even ten minutes down here, I would be choked by the smokiness. I don't just hate the smell. I can't breathe in it. My throat starts closing up and I get congested or a runny nose. I kept trying to leave the windows open, so it was semi-acceptable. Allen kept complaining that I was leaving windows open when it was just above freezing. Wimp. Wear a sweater. At least we can breathe.
On Saturday, I started moving some of Ashlyn's clothes into the borrowed dresser. As I opened the drawers, I realized that it reeked as well. Unfortunately, I couldn't call about it over the weekend, so they wouldn't even pick it up when they took the other stuff. I don't even want a replacement for it, just take it away. The delivery guys probably thought I was nuts as I put my nose to the new furniture before I would let them take them inside.