Eureka!

I've figured it out!

I'd been wanted to find all the Big Bad Voodoo Daddy CDs and add them to my collection. Listening to the Swingers soundtrack over and over again reminded me.

Sheesh.

Syrup?

This morning, I figured I could get away without a jacket. Now, I know that it's not nearly as cold as say, up where Stan or Sarah might be, but I'm a wussy Floridian now, and thirty degrees seems cold to me. Most of my day was spent indoors working at the hospital, so I really was okay without a jacket. When I got ready to leave and go home, this was not the case.

So, I grab the anorak type windbreaker thing in the back of the Kia, and it's not helpful at all. Eh, I figure, I'll just turn the heater on. When I did, I was surprised by an odd syrupy scent emanating from the vents. Really weird, but it could have been worse--it could have been baby powder in the vents. At a friends wedding, someone thought they'd be cute and dumped four containers of powder into their vents, and pointed them at the driver and passenger and driver, as well as leaving the A/C switched on full power. It was kind of funny, since both the bride and groom were quite gracious about it. This was also the same wedding where food ran out, and none of the bridal party got any.

Poor people.