The story starts last night when I walked over to wish my neighbor Happy Birthday; her son had just driven her back home from dinner, and as I was speaking with her, I saw his pack of cigarettes on the counter top. Little did I know, or expect, after 581 DOFs, I'd still be tempted by it. I made my exit rather quickly, came home and reflected on it.
My admiration just tripled for those of you EX who are quitting, have quit, with a smoker in the house!!! More power to you, Congratulations!
Then we got up at 5:00 am today, water gushing out of a city broken pipe, right in front of our house. (The pic is taken when the water receded already a little...at about 6:00).
The whole neighborhood was flooded, we called the non-emergency police line, plus the water company, the police made it here first, and they called again. Finally the city sent their workers...it is now about noon, and they are still looking for the broken pipe.
The good things are:
1. It is a city pipe, so we won't pay for it (we still paying for the roof damaged by a microburst during monsoon season)
2. I happened to have the day off for 2 Drs appointments, so mom was not facing all this alone.
AND THE BEST THING IS: I DID NOT SMOKE OVER THE PACK OF CIGARETTES AT MY NEIGHBOR'S, NOR DID I TODAY OVER THE MESS AT MY HOUSE.
Life happens to all of us, Friday the 13th is just a coincidence, everyone is safe (no running water, so all neighborhood is a little stinky, but we'll eventually get it running and clean up), and we can get over it and NOT SMOKE.