Yesterday, with half a pack of cigarettes left, I decided I was going to quit smoking. And by my birthday, at the end of this month, go somewhere that is totally smoke free and not leave because I need a cigarette. I’ve learned that waiting until I finish a pack isn’t good because if I slip up, I have to go buy a whole new pack and then it’s just a waste if I don’t smoke them. So, I’m trying to tackle this feat with a plan, with structure…with a lot of Little Debbie snacks.
And I’m gonna need help! I am going to have to ask that everyone keep their stupid away from me, at least for a week or two. After that you can use “your” instead of “you’re” all you want and never capitalize “I” when you talk about how what you want out of life. Because I’m betting, and I could be wrong, that a jury wouldn’t convict.
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