Out to the Home Despot this morning, scoring treated lumber to rebuild my work bench en route to cutting open the last bit of my drowned garage wall to air it out after the minor flood. Dropped by a friend to borrow a trenching shovel to dig a french drain so hopefully it won't happen again. Share breakfast. Back I return home, innocent as a adventist girl scout, set to unloading my lumber, when here comes the mail man, and BAM, unloads this gift of succulent goodness from our brother DeluxeStogie:

Now isn't that a pretty sight to start off your Saturday morning?
I'm going to spark up one of these 1830 Santa Claras right now while I work. I must say, the cellophane has kept rather clear for 180+ years since 1830.

Now isn't that a pretty sight to start off your Saturday morning?
I'm going to spark up one of these 1830 Santa Claras right now while I work. I must say, the cellophane has kept rather clear for 180+ years since 1830.