Tonight, I don't have much time to read, but I'm gonna post and whine a little anyway... I'm having a hard time, and asking for help is even harder. Why is that?! I hate asking for help about as much as I hate asking for a root canal... My life comfort zone is in question, yet I'm surrounded by 2 little women that I love very much:) They're 35 years younger than me and doing arm pit toots and hand toots. Life is interesting...
mk
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B]8/14/2007
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 10
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 150
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $37.50
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 1 [B]Hrs:[/B] 2 [B]Mins:[/B] 57 [B]Seconds:[/B] 2
