It's ComingYeah, I think I have to finally admit it. It's coming. In three days. On Saturday, I'll turn 30. The big three oh. That magical (read: evil) number that will let everyone know I'm not a twenty-something anymore. Ugh!
I've decided that on Sunday, the day after my birthday, I will quit smoking. I tried earlier this year, but I wasn't ready. Now? I'm still not ready psychologically, but my finances tell me it's time. If there is any chance at all at giving our kids Christmas, either something has to give (cigarettes), or we have to win the lottery. So we quit. Sunday. Period. End of story.