Rehab for my new clothes, purchased on Black Friday (or as my brother likes to say, "African American Friday" :). Did I tell you my brother's personal hygiene leaves much to be desired? He smokes, he's too lazy to walk his dog, so the dog pees and shits all over the house. What's more, he's got carpet, so everything is just soaked into that disgusting carpet. OMG. When I arrived, it was like, This is going to be a long visit. I found myself trying to stretch out our outings so we'd spend less time at his crib. One thing's for sure. Next time, I'm staying at a hotel. No doubt about it. Anyway, when I unpacked my new threads they smelled a little like stale cigarette smoke, so I'm airing them out on a drying rack next to an open window, and placing dryer sheets all around to soak up the odor. Seems to be working. I'll give it 48 hours.—SF