Today I was cleaning and dusting, I stopped at the humidor and opened it up, cause I love to smell the inside. It actually brings back great memories.
Growing up, I met one of my dearest friends when we were 3 years old and ever since I can remember her dad has smoked cigars. he was the first man I ever knew with a goatee. he had it before it was the norm to have one. Even when I see him now, he's got a cigar in his mouth, and jazz playing in the background.
Granted I am not a huge fan of the smell of them while they are being smoked, but they still give me a nice childhood memory.
I have a Dr. appointment tomorrow and I am a little nervous about it, so I did a LOT of cleaning today to get my mind off things. I almost didn't take a pic cause I was so busy trying to keep my mind off things.
