Dedicated to no-nonsense nonsense
You sing it, brother! I've always hated being around smoke and felt it was "hurting" me and I'm glad there's now official recognition of same.
My parents were two-packers when I was growing up. Had a brief respite during my first marriage, as my husband did not smoke, although any restaurant, or any line you were standing in was filled with smokers and secondhandsmoke.Second husband was a two to three packer and never would smoke outside. SOB and precisely why he is and EX. At age 52, he just had a five-way bypass and an angioplasty of the sixth. Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.I have fairly severe adult onset asthma.Imagine that.My third (and last by golly) husband is a nonsmoker, and my house no longer has the nice yellow walls and stench of cigarettes. Wonderful to be free of smokers - at least in my own home. Onward!
Tap....Tap.....Tap...Testing....one, two, three!Testing....one, two, three!Hello...HelloHey, is this damn thing on?Testing...one, two, three!Well crap!
Alan, aren't we a little bit testy?Pattie, I must admit to being a recovering smoker for 30 odd years now but I fell prey to the cool in my early adult years. I quit as a promise to a lover and though the relationship didn't last, my abstinence has. Now I have the typical self-righteousness of the reformed but at least Science is on my side.
Oh my....now that was clever.A bit "TESTY". Didn't see that one coming. :)
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