Untitled #2

Wow, that was so much easier than trying to be clever about the title. I think we have a winner people.

It's raining, and that makes me happy. It's been so stinking hot and humid and WINDY here lately that rain was the only logical choice for what happens next, except until today it wouldn't freaking happen. Hot, Humid, Windy...and clear blue skies. Who does that other than the beach?

My mind is slipping from me...or at least my memory. The mind thing is debatable only because I'm not sure I ever had one. Anyway, I was going to blog last night about this absolutely adorable thing The Smoodge did, but now, now I have no idea what that was. Just that it was absolutely adorable. And funny. Definitely worthy of blogginess. But no. The other thing I realized last night when I sat down to post was that I hardly ever take pictures of her anymore. I don't know what's up with that either. I guess I go through phases. One thing I HAVE to do sometime in the extremely near future is burn CD's of all my pictures on the computer. The CPU is starting to sound like my dishwasher, and since my sink is still full, I'm guessing that's a bad thing.

I'm quitting smoking. No really! For real this time. It's too expensive, and did you know that for what I pay on smokes I could get a kick ass gym membership? Who knew! Okay, now I have to take back what I just said because I can feel the pressure of quitting rising and it makes me need a cigarette...brb...

Kidding. I am going to quit. Sooner rather than later. I'm just kind of done with it. I always knew it would be a phase I'd outgrow, just like all those other phases that I'm not sad to see go (except the NKOTB...and oh yeah, I'm ecstatic about the reunion tour!!!), and it's just time. But here's the thing. Don't ask me about it. Don't talk about it. Don't ask me how it's going. Because doing any of those things means I gotta think about how awesome that nicotine rush is, and I'll hold you personally responsible for falling off the proverbial wagon.

Okay, boring talk done now. I gotta do some quick research on a college fund for The Smoodge that I'm going to talk to a guy about at 1. Who knew that the money you make selling crack could be invested so wisely?

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Anonymous said…
I'll contribute to the college fund! And if you really quit smoking, I'll like you even more ;)
June 11, 2008 at 1:22 PM
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