(Quick FYI to the blog contest winners, your packages went out yesterday but I forgot to take a picture of them so you will now be completely surprised).
As the title says, today is an anniversary of a different sort for me. Today is officially two weeks since I had my last cigarette. Yup, I quit smoking. I didn’t really intend to, (though I knew full well I should have done this years ago) I actually just got really sick and couldn’t even cope with the idea of further hurting my barely gasping lungs. So I went one day with out, then two, then three, and as I got better I wanted to smoke again, but I resisted. And then it was a week and now two.
I won’t lie. I miss it, I crave it and if it wasn’t so harmful I would still be doing it. But I’m not, my will power is stronger than the want. I wonder if it will ever go away, if I will ever not want to smoke?
The Mr is now on the band wagon. We have been a completely smoke free zone for a couple of days and I will admit they have been a rough couple of days. Where I was lucky enough to ride out my nicotine fits in a drug induced stupor he was not. There were a few times things became more irritating than they should have been.
Then yesterday we found out that we owe big time on our taxes. We owe 4x as much as we’ve ever owed. And yes, we have double checked (multiple times). It seems that claiming “0” means squat, that even though they take the most allowable out of my paycheck each week it’s still not enough, which I don’t quite fully understand.
So maybe this year we will be buying some 100% tax deductible alpacas and boarding them up at Mette’s ranch. (I joke, maybe).
It’s a little painful to watch those that pay less in taxes than us get more back, but there’s really nothing to be done. I guess the only ones that we can blame are ourselves, if we didn’t make the amounts we do none of this would happen. So I’m sure there are better things to complain about, but this one has really pushed a button.