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What to write about?

What do I write about today?  Do I tell about the guy next to me at the grocery store this morning throwing up not once, but 3 times?  Not something I need to share any further...
Do I write about the card I got in the mail from my best friend telling me how much she misses me and how much it means to know she misses me as much as I do her? I can write for hours and never say enough about how hard it is to not be sharing our lives as much as we did before.  I'm missing her kids grow up.  I'm missing the small stuff, the big stuff and everything in between.  I miss her and sitting around talking about nothing and everything.  I just can't say enough about that...
Do I talk about how guilty I feel every time I light a cigarette because I've promised my husband I'd quit (again)?  The other day he came to me, hugged me and said it's time to stop.  He said he gave me my time (recovery time from the aftermath of the miscarriage) he said he gave me my time and it's time to stop smoking again and to start thinking about trying for a baby again.  I told him okay without an argument.  I promised I'd quit and today after the guy vomited next to me on the check-out line - I bought a pack of cigarettes.  When I got home, I called the hypnotist I went to to quit the first time I quit.  It worked before for 2 1/2 years and I have no doubt it will work again.  I'll go to see him later this week .  I just have to talk it over with Wayne first as it's gone up in price from

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JennRedd said…
Glad to hear you are going to quit smoking! My co-worker also went to a hypnotherapist and hasn't smoked since. I also miss my best friend...sucks being so far away from the ones we love. :)
JennRedd said…
Glad to hear you are going to quit smoking! My co-worker also went to a hypnotherapist and hasn't smoked since. I also miss my best friend...sucks being so far away from the ones we love. :)
JennRedd said…
Glad to hear you are going to quit smoking! My co-worker also went to a hypnotherapist and hasn't smoked since. I also miss my best friend...sucks being so far away from the ones we love. :)

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