Wait! It's not what you think!
I was doing some hemming* in the living room, and I needed something to put the little bits of end-thread in.
Yeah, I've still got a couple of ashtrays, on top of the fridge. I have friends who smoke, and if they want to light up when they stop by, I'm not going to be one of those
For those of you who may be new here, I quit smoking on April 3. The same day an insane whackjob went berzerker and killed a bunch of people in my little town. An auspicious start, no? Nothing makes you want a cigarette like a crazed gunman on the loose.
But here I am, almost seven months later, able to grab an ashtray without wanting to run down to the quickie-mart and grab a pack of smokes to go with.
Onward!
*There's the real shocker - I was actually sewing! Alert the media!
**I mean, come on, up until this spring, I was the one smoking like a chimney. Just because I quit, it doesn't mean that everybody has to.
5 comments:
I'm proud of you for being able to have people smoking around you and even keeping ashtrays for others without giving into a temptation to smoke. If it were me, I'd "banish them to backyard" if only to keep the smell out and the positive vibes in. That's me, though. I'm all about symbolic gestures. You are clearly very strong.
I started off by letting others continue to smoke in the house, but then changed my mind over time. Now it's the back garden.
Sorry!
I don't mind the smoke - maybe because I smoked myself for so long. It just smells chemical-ly to me now, and not at all tempting.
I wouldn't let people smoke in my house, mostly because I'd go INSANE with desire. But good for you. Self righteous ex smokers fucking suck. I always want to smack them in their sanctimonious mouths, Karate Kid style. HIII YAH!
Go for it, inflammatory!
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