Q: It’s supposed to be like this, you feel me?

Omg, my entire floor smells like it’s on fire. I was about to head downstairs to the laundry room when I made a detour to the management office. A girl and a brown kitty (sitting complacently on her lap) greeted me and almost instantly, I knew she is a fellow resident of the apartment complex. “My poor thing was so upset I had to come down. My lungs are being tortured as well.”

A Japanese garden in Germany? Sign me up for it!

Honestly, I don’t feel good myself. But this postcard in my mailbox came at the right time. And it's good to know that the cause of the smoke ain't actual fire. Thank goodness.

Add me,
Vonnie S.