That's how long it has been since I have had a ciggy.
Now, I had actually quit about a week or month or several before BUT the above is the amount of time a ciggy has even so much as touched my lips. Ah shit...I lied.....when I heard Cathy passed I ran to the store and bought a pack and smoked a quarter of it and smashed the rest of the pack. Under the extreme circumstances I'm letting that slide.
YAY ME!!!!
This time was a bit easier. I was one of the last morons out there who smoked so I literally did not have a single outside influence. No one to bum "just this one" Nada. There were times I really really REALLY wished my teenager was a smoker. That's how much it sucked. BUT...I made it! The truest test of a reformed smoker, of course, was Niagara. Lots of drinks and shenanigans. Again, not even the desire.
To celebrate my latest victory as well as my favourite arbitrary holiday, Valentine's Day, I am going to plan the most fun V Day night EVER.
I don't know why people hate this day so much. How can anyone hate a grossly over-commercialized holiday...when it's all about love and fat cherubs and chocolate. I am the love who loves to love the love, I LOOK like a fat cherub with wrinkles and years of stress and bitterness behind her AND most days chocolate brings me more happiness than my kids. This holiday IS ME.
OMG I AM Valentine's Day.
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