My glasses smell of woodsmoke.

A campfire/backyard-fire-pit is quite nice when you're there, but the next morning when you walk past your laundry basket, the smoky smell is quite overpowering. And now I realize that my glasses smell of smoke, too.

Paul & Kelley from the bowling team hosted dinner last night. They'd bought a mobile fire pit on legs, which was quite nifty since we had to move it out from under the low-hanging apple tree.