Thursday, July 07, 2005

Nothing else has worked...
but this might be the thing that makes me finally quit smoking.

My mother used to chant the following whenever one of my sisters or I lit up: "Tobacco is a filthy weed, that from the devil does proceed, stains your fingers, burns your clothes, and makes a chimney of your nose."

Since I don't have rug monsters of my own, I really don't know what it is about giving birth that turns you into the boss of me FOREVER AND EVER.


  1. Wow. However did you find that? Now I know exactly what to get my sister for her 20th birthday!

  2. So um are you going to quit? Hmmm? Are you? Jesus would want you to quit.

  3. when and if you ever want to quit and need a friend who misses smoking as much as you will...that is if you decide to quit, call me.


  4. Pardon me while I get preachy for a moment. I just have one question for you: Do you want cancer? Here's the answer: No. No, you don't. Take it from someone who knows. Even if you are treated successfully, you'll never be the same. I had it at 26, and nearly three years later, I'm still suffering the aftereffects. And I was one of the lucky ones.

    OK, preachy moment over now. I never smoked, but I personally think that weaning oneself of bad boys is much harder than kicking the nicotine habit. And bad boys are less dangerous to your physical health. Emotionally, not so much.


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