Quitting

My dad is trying to quit smoking. This is going to be tough, as he's been smoking for more than 20 years now. No patch, no gum. Cold turkey. I'm proud of my dad. He's so much easier to get along with now that he's retired. Even the nicotine cut-backs aren't making him grumpy. And he's lost weight. What the hell?

I always told him that if he quit smoking I would quit biting my nails. It's easier said than done. I was doing good for awhile, but had a relapse. And you know how it is. One inch gives and the next thing you know you're shrugging and thinking, might as well keep going.

I want to quit. I'm going to quit. Then I'm going to celebrate by getting a manicure.