Pet Peeves: Smokers

I have a confession to make – I am a reformed smoker. I had my first cigarette at age 8 and by age 12 I was addicted. I then launched a pack a day habit for about 12 years. I finally quit April 21, 1991 at 10 pm.

Now there are those pure non-smokers, who have never had a puff, who probably don’t think I have a right to complain but I don’t care. I am sick to death of smokers. I am tired of seeing them drop their butts carelessly on the street. In the summer, those who flick them out of their windows while driving deserve a special place in hell as far as I am concerned.

I hate walking by people smoking on the street. I am now allergic to smoke and it can set off a headache. I really, truly cannot stand the smell of cigarette smoke.

Just needed to vent…

The Stench!

Ok, I am now convinced that I live with a woman who has gone over the edge. Deb loves her dogs, we all know that. But the question is: How much does Deb love her dogs? She decided that they needed homemade, dehydrated liver treats. This involved boiling liver and then drying it in the oven all night. I got up this morning and was retching from the smell! I am not sure how Angelina slept all night through the stench. Even our most powerful incense has not been enough to kill the smell.

One might ask why Deb is making these treats. And somehow I get factored into the reasoning. She claims to be doing it so that Piper will stop fence-fighting with the new neighbours dogs. So, there it is now all my fault that the house smells so bad.