I don't wanna smoke. Reason #1 I can't smoke in the store when I go and buy Philip's soccer supplies for the first time.
I wanted something to do with my hands, so I am making new moccasins for me. Derek said my toes were adorable in the pic, which makes me all fuzzy-hearted.
But I worry I won't notice things like I used to while smoking. I would see details and oddities people in the car didn't notice. My brain has quit working worth beans, and I wonder if I will ever notice things like this again...Okay my camera phone sucks, but it is a new paper tag with the date of purchase written in big block letters "022909" I would have jumped out and taken a better pic, but the gangstas in the 'burb scared me a little. You cannot have a leap year if it is an odd year. Gotta be even year, folks.
But on a happy note, Philip learned how to identify my pirate-ship art, and he can tell me how to spell "Pirate" neato, eh? You probaby disagree, but he insists it spells "Pirate!" Stick to your guns, buddy!
On a happy note, while I was purchasing soccer supplies, I noted an intersting Item. For 299$ this can be mine.
I could buy this with the money I save from not smoking in 5 weeks!! Can you imagine? Bliss in a box, with a convienent carry bag! I could whirlpool at a CAMPSITE! Oh Holy Moley. If I wanted, I can do this in my Livingroom! This little box is God's way of letting me know he loves me. And he doesnt want me to smoke. Even though I have given up 1. drugs (soooo fun) 2. Alcohol (favorite social lube) 3. sex (I only see Derek about every 6 weeks) 4. Music (no babysitters for concerts, yo) and now, 5. Nicotine. If the doc says caffiene is gonna kill me, I will simply buy a burial plot because I cannot give up coffee. Period.
