Holy Smokes...

I've stopped smoking.
Yeah me.
I'd like to say it was some grand gesture toward self improvement, or that the guilt of hiding it from my darlingangel (HELL O HIPPO CRIT)just got to be too much for me.

But that would be a lie, because I loathe anything even slightly wafting of self improvement, and I'm a hypocrit.

And don't think it was some hard arduous task involving prescription whosiwhatits (I'm already on Adderall darlings..I dont really need more pharmaceuticals)I am one of those loathesome personages who can quit and start by your leave.

Nope, while I admit, the danger of leaving a lung on the soccer field was no small incentive, it was actually that I was so busy for a couple of days leading into weeks, that I simply forgot to smoke.


Now I understand the disbelief and amazement. Because obviously since my ass has not shrunk I did not forget to eat. (though in my defense there, I can eat inside..and in front on my child)
But it's the truth...by the time my smoking time arrived (after the little one is snoring and housework is done) I was simply to exhausted to be arsed with going outside, or simply just forgot.

And since the foul language is soon to be departing as well...my 9 year old dropped the F bomb this weekend...oops...I shall soon be without vice..

Blech. I need to work on that...