Working on three months smoke free. Had the weirdest dream the other night -- I was attacked by a cigarette machine that kept shooting cigs at me. It was just like that Nicorette commercial on the tube, except the machine attacked me at odd times -- after dinner, during exercise time, while driving, etc. Come to think of it, those were prime times when I used to smoke. Coincidence?
OK, I backslid. I've had two cigarettes in the last two weeks. Sue me. I had one while I was taking R down to Camp Geiger for his combat training school. It was a Marlboro Red, and for about five minutes I was cruising the ozone after smoking that bad boy. I'd forgotten how powerful them things were. The second one was smoked (halfway) about four nights ago, I stole one of The Better Half's weeds and tried to plow through it. Couldn't do it, had to throw half of it away. Guess I'm losing my taste for them, thank G-d.
We pick up our new daughter tomorrow night. Sarah Rose is 16 months old. She is Latino-Caucasian (sounds like a shoe style, don't it?). She is also visually impaired and suffers from cerebral palsy, microcephaly, and short bowel syndrome, to name a few. We have an opportunity to adopt her, and The Better Half and I can't wait for the six month waiting period to expire so that we can give her our last name. She's cute as a button!
KC turned four today! Don't know what we'll do to celebrate. I mean, how do you celebrate someone's birthday when that someone has no awareness that it is even his birthday? I was tickled to death the other evening when KC actually reached over his head and grabbed his rattle! He was shaking that thing like there was no tomorrow. Of course, every third shake or so he bopped himself in the head, but to see that grin on his face made it all worth it.