had to go. I had two of them, clear ones cut the length of a cigarette, one on each little table where I drink my coffee. Those urges have FINALLY subsided, although I'm still watching Mad Men (on the last season). So I put them away in a drawer where I keep some of my candles and the matches I use to light them. Opening that drawer last night I got a weird feeling when I saw them. Realized they looked like they could be used as an accessory for a white powdery drug. Also the fact that my granddaughter usually comes over once a week after school and she might see them and wonder what they were for. It was also a flashback to my "closet smoker" days, hiding all the "tools" (lighter, ashtray, matches, long butts--yes, I would keep those as the smokes I smoked were expensive) in a place where no one who visited could possibly find them (or smell them, in the case of the butts, which I kept in a cigarette pack). Oh my, the memories....
SO GLAD I DON'T
Have a wonderful, glorious, stupendous, kick-up-your-heels for joy if you can, dance down the street, sing with the birds, shout at the sky, SMOKEFREE Day!
Bonnie ~772 DoF