Dang! This is making me crazy! I know I had a couple of other bags of tobacco here that guys had sent in, and I can't lay my hands on 'em! I moved everything from the den out to the living room and set up one of those long cafeteria sized tables. I've got the shipping boxes down the center, all the tins and bags down one side and all the accessories down the other...all set out in order so they'll be easy to find. But somehow in the move a pouch of Dan and one of Peter Stockebye have gone missing! The dog doesn't smoke, so I'm safe there. Neither do my wife and daughter. I've gone through every single other box, every piece of furniture, the cabinets, the shrubberies...
Ah, hell...I'll go to sleep on it and look in the morning again.
Grumble, grumble...