Kicking Butt (well…not really)
Every year, the Great American Smokeout comes along in November. And every year, I don’t find out about it until sometime in the afternoon or evening, or even the next day.
Well, today I found out around noon. So, no excuses. No smoking for the rest of the day.
Haven’t had one since 11:50. Ate lunch…and dessert…and now I’m sitting here, twiddling my thumbs. I think I might take up knitting. And gum-chewing. And homicide.
Just kidding on that last one.
Wish me luck. With the not smoking, not with the knitting/gum-chewing/homicidal mania. That I can handle on my own.