Big Daddy is happy. He has a soft bed, a kitchen, places to buy food that will not kill you, and me.
And I have someone to share the routine with, it is great.
We decided to quit smoking when BD got a new job. Then when everything went crazy he decided to quit smoking when he left China. So last Thursday on the way to bed I soaked the rest of the pack in water and tossed it. Sunday was day 3 and that is the worst day for me; not my first time at the rodeo. Today is much better and with the price of smokes I think there is less incentive to take up the habit again. That and it is just a hot button in so many ways.
Reasons I re-started smoking in the past: got fat-am now on thyroid meds, doctor told me I prolly had uterine cancer, had my back go out so bad I could barely walk when I had the worst IBS attacks of my life.
So now that I am joining the mainstream I need something to bitch about. All mainstreamers bitch. I already hate many things: other people's children, other people's fragrances, and most other people. I just need to pinpoint something I can carry on about and sniff into a hanky. I need hankies.