Today is a fun day. It marks six months since my last cigarette. I smoked it just outside HIA while waiting for my flight to Kenya. It's hard to buy a pack of SIX DOLLAR smokes when you've seen bloated-tummied babies and the 80 year old widows that struggle to keep them alive. Though, that never stopped me before.
I also married the red-head on this day 18 months ago.
I am not sure which is more mind blowing...Maybe I should celebrate them both with a Newport.
Hubby told me I am not as pleasant as my old-smoking-self...I punched him in the throat. He took it back.
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