There is a new ticker over there ===>
It's counting down the days until I stop smoking. The ticker itself it quite depressing. I know smoking is expensive, but when you have to look at how much you spend, it's really sickening.
So, I told my husband yesterday, "I'm going to stop smoking April 1."
He laughed at me.
Really, he did. "It's not like you haven't tried before." And I guess that means I shouldn't even try again?
So I told him he wasn't a very supportive person. Which is only partially true. He does support some of my endeavors: my photography, going to the gym (I wonder how much he'd support that if he had to watch the kids though). But this is important, too, and he shouldn't find it funny.
But whatever. I think he just doesn't want to quit himself. He's always stated that he can quit whenever he wants to, he's not addicted. Uh huh. He has quit before, too, and I suspect it wasn't as easy as he likes to make it out to be.
That's the day though... April 1. Or maybe I'll quit sooner. I'm tired of it being such a big part of my life.