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I quit smoking a few years ago and started vaping. I actually get more crap from family about that than I ever did about smoking. They don’t get why I didn’t just quit using gum or a patch or whatever, despite having told them none of it worked. I didn’t Want to quit smoking- I liked going out on the porch with my coffee and a cigarette and having a few minutes all to myself. Now that I vape, my family is constantly trying to get me to read about all the suspected dangers of it. Most of it is untrue, and I don’t really care about the parts that are. I feel better and smell better and I’m pretty sure they’re just jealous that vaping wasn’t a thing when They quit smoking.
Or they think I’m a hipster and they’re embarrassed.
I get drunk once a year. It’s more accidental than anything else; my husband’s work Christmas party is the only big night out we do each year, there’s a fancy dinner and we rent a hotel room and all that. I pretty much quit drinking at all after I had kids so when I have a few drinks at the Christmas party, they hit me hard and I start checking to make sure my face is where I left it.
I swear all the time. Dropped something? ****! Hurt something? ****! Forgot something? ****! Set off smoke alarm with the oven again? ******* ****! But not in front of my kids, because when my daughter was three, she tripped and fell and said a word I never want to hear her say again...though, the fact that she didn’t cry just goes to show swearing helps...
Vanity sneaks up and gets me every so often. It’s a holdover from when I was young and cute and stupid. It used to be a rare thing for me to walk anywhere without getting whistled at (and lets be honest here, I was about the only girl walking anywhere so choices were fairly limited). It was both flattering and annoying. Nowadays the lack of notice occasionally annoys me, but then I also laugh at myself.
...man, this thread just confirms how boring I’ve gotten...
Or they think I’m a hipster and they’re embarrassed.
I get drunk once a year. It’s more accidental than anything else; my husband’s work Christmas party is the only big night out we do each year, there’s a fancy dinner and we rent a hotel room and all that. I pretty much quit drinking at all after I had kids so when I have a few drinks at the Christmas party, they hit me hard and I start checking to make sure my face is where I left it.
I swear all the time. Dropped something? ****! Hurt something? ****! Forgot something? ****! Set off smoke alarm with the oven again? ******* ****! But not in front of my kids, because when my daughter was three, she tripped and fell and said a word I never want to hear her say again...though, the fact that she didn’t cry just goes to show swearing helps...
Vanity sneaks up and gets me every so often. It’s a holdover from when I was young and cute and stupid. It used to be a rare thing for me to walk anywhere without getting whistled at (and lets be honest here, I was about the only girl walking anywhere so choices were fairly limited). It was both flattering and annoying. Nowadays the lack of notice occasionally annoys me, but then I also laugh at myself.
...man, this thread just confirms how boring I’ve gotten...