ROFL Thanks!

That reminds me... my mom said, "today will be a new beginning for you", and I replied with, "and the ending for anyone that gets in my way". LMAO

(My mom quit 4 years ago, after smoking for over 45 years. She's up here visiting and is my support system.)

How did you come to that figure? I calculated it this way...

$200/mo x 12 mos = $2400/yr

$2400/yr x 18 yrs = $43200

I don't know why people would want to start in the first place. By looking at smokers teeth I knew it wasn't cool lol.

Some people brush their teeth. You should look into it.

I brush my teeth 2x a day PLUS I get them cleaned every 6 months. Pearly whites, I has 'em! So STFU!!!!

(Sorry... got a little twitchy there. Heh.)

Good luck, baby... You can do it. I'll see you in a couple weeks.

Good luck. It ain't easy, but it's worth it.

:LOL: You booked a hotel room, didn't you?

You couldn't quit smoking during Hunting season?

I mean, that way I had an excuse to be far, far away...
You could give me mouth hugs to supplement your oral fixation, btw.

GIGGITY

Thanks! I hear the first 72 hours suck.

FFS, Gonzo! :doh!:

I hope you don't mind having it crushed out and tossed in the shitter afterwards. :D

Tear it up Lumpy.

I've posted Bwanas suggestion of banking cash and buying something nice to just about everybody in this thread. Everybody is motivated differently but that would do it for me.

Best of luck.

Somewhere in the world Beerme is punching the wall out of jealous rage

LMAO

Dick

1755 hrs. Lumpy arrives to domicile.
1755:44 hrs. Gonzo ducks for cover.
1759 hrs. Toddler cries because Lumpy took his stuffed Elmo and ripped its arms off.
1802 hrs. Lumpy decides to go on a cleaning spree, Gonzo is still hiding underneath stairwell.
1840 hrs. Domicile is nearly spotless due to rage infected cleaning spree. The feline inhabitant of said domicile was 'meowing, then sudden silence. I fear it may be in the oven.
1849 hrs. I heard a loud slamming noise, followed by several expletives. I don't think the girl scouts will ever be back. So much for this years supply of thin mints.
1905 hrs. I slowly, (almost ninja-like) abandoned my secret bunker to make sure my child was still moving. He plays possum when scared. I found him huddled in the delapidated dog house outside singing the Elmo's world song over and over again. This will take years of therapy.
1911 hrs. I noticed several steak knives were gone and her laptop was open. On the screen was the google entry for the John Bobbit case file.
1917 hrs. I have decided to check into a hotel with my son, an armless Elmo toy and a shaved cat. I will keep you all updated.
Pray for me.