Little Chip and Old Block, the glue-sniffers

Owen and I apparently share a genetic affinity for the smell of glue solvent.  I remember as a child opening those metal-cased black permanent markers and thinking that was about the best smell I could imagine (even though I could tell it wasn't a 'good' smell, I just couldn't get enough of it).  Then, I got to grad school and discovered the squirt bottle of hexanes on the washing shelf.  So this is the stuff!  I was always glad to need to degrease a fitting or a stopper.  Weird, I am aware.  The work crew is putting on our new rubber roof over the kitchen today, which involves gluing down a very large piece of rubber sheeting.  (It would be so much more fun to spend a large wad of cash on something that I could come home and gaze at...but a rubber roof?  Maybe we can go have a picnic up there and enjoy the view to get some enjoyment from the investment.)  We stayed out all morning but when we came home the skylight was wide open, lacking its window, and the house had a decidedly gluey smell.  Owen said, "What's that smell??"  I said, "That's the smell of the glue they are using on the roof...sorry about that!" Owen replied, "THAT's OK!  I love that smell!  [Inhale deeply]  Mmmmmm."  I replied, "You LIKE that smell???  I completely understand."  It's nice to meet someone else in the world who does not think you are strange.  :)  I wonder how many brain cells we're killing off today...