I count myself luck that the day the stress was high enough to need a cigarette, it tasted and burned like crap and therefore I didn't finish it.

I count myself lucky that I realized one day that I was getting re-addicted via second-hand smoke AGAIN and made a resolve not to let the nicotine floating in the air get me to put the paper-clad nicotine in my mouth.

I count myself lucky that Hardi had also quit long before I met him, and that he didn't restart when we met and I was a bedtime smoker.

I count myself lucky that pipe-smoking never really caight on in our house. It smells so yummy but it's such a bad thing to do!

~S~