Wow....just about 9 months ago

I smoked my last cigarette...amazing after nearly 35 years of sucking on the unlit end of a paper tube filled with some chemical configuration that can conceivably kill you and which can take hold of your existence, your every minute of consciousness and bind you so tightly you struggle for breath.

Yeah, that love affair is over. Whew.

And, so, is another.

Details? You won't get them here...not for a while, actually. There is a court case ensuing and the better of me knows the value of "loose lips sink ships". Well, loose lips are at fault for many things besides sinking ships, quite honestly. I won't venture much past that for now either. Jeeez, me and my lips. Sinking ships.

Nine months without a cigarette~no desire to look back. Five months into my future~no desire to look back, with the obvious exception of my baby girls. It's all about us now. We are good~we are survivors. Well, I'll teach them that, too.

Love, love, LOVE my girls. And learning to love ME again. (I like her already without the stale stench of smoke) Yay, me.