Smoke in the living room?

The husband cooked tonight. He fried things (egg rolls, to be exact). He swears he remembered to turn the fan on over the stove top. Why, then, are my eyes burning like someone just gave me a raw onion facial?

On a wholly unrelated note, go on over to smash and mediate, the Hulk's blog about law school. Very funny stuff. Funnier than me.