I have to make a confession. I'm a smoker. I have been for about 23 years (and yes, my age in profile is accurate) meaning that I smoked during my formative years because I was too stubborn to heed the great many warnings that came my way regarding this detestable habit. It's contradictory to everything I hold dear and desperately would like to quit. However, I am hooked and always manage to find an excuse why now is not the time.
Up until a few months ago I was using the traditional bic lighter for the purpose of igniting my cancer sticks. I then decided that because of the fluids and plastic used in lighters (you know, being a health nut and all) that I was going to trade in my bic flicking for matches.
My daughter, Mini-Me, always curious when her mother changes any daily routine, asked why I'd made the switch. "Because matches are like little wands," I told her as striking another to light a cigarette. The look on her face was priceless - she really didn't know whether I was being serious or not and, while typically a smart ass of uber-proportions, she couldn't decide whether she would offend me religiously if she made a comment in that vein.
I've decided that from now on I'm going to strike each match and utter "wingardium leviosa" each time... Just to screw with my darling girl.
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4 comments:
hehe
this is funny
love your writing :o)
Thanks. Always nice to be complimented by someone not obligated to do so - i.e. family! Love your photos on your blog!
I started avoiding red meat, cholesterol, artificial ingrediants, growth hormones, and other such "healthy" stuff long before I was able to quit smoking. I think I have always known that my fate is ultimately in the hands of my genes, but they idea that I might have extended my life while at the same time cutting it short is an irony a person like me just couldn't pass up. I'm just too damn good at shit like that.
I have decided that if I make age 70 (about seven years longer than my mother, who died of emphasyma), I will take up every vice I ever had including every new one I was too afraid to try, since every year past 70 in my opinion I'll consider bonus years and so why not enjoy them.
Life is too damn long (or short, depending on your perspective) to sweat the small shit.
I like your blog. Rock on!
Thanks, Michael. I've read some of yours as well (awhile back). Always enjoy your comments at TGAB. Drop by anytime and I'll try not to disappoint. Forget that - I'm certain I'll disappoint (I like to keep standards low). lol
Take care & blessings
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