Yeah, I've quit smoking again: (no that's not my sister in the pic, but I wish I had ONE of those ciggs)The biggest thing that triggers my urge to smoke (or the stress urge to smoke) is my sister. I'm a laid back lady. I don't freak out over little things. Drama is not my scene. I'd rather spend my days quietly spinning, knitting or sewing.
But my sister lives, breathes and sustains her life on drama. She's raising her own grandkids, there's always something going on with their cars, she's got more physical ailments that most 10 people. And to top it off, her family got caught in that mortgage fiasco. Their mortgage is now more than they make per month, so bye-bye house.
And hello my house! When they move out, they have a month or so that they don't really have a place to call home. Hey, we have some room...sure come on over! We can put her and her hubby in the spare bedroom, and my Godson can bunk in with Alex. That's before she said that it would be 6 people accompanying her; including 2 kids under the age of 3. Um WHAT?!?!?! That means a total rehab of this place...it ain't kid proof! The youngest kid here is 15. He stopped sticking knives into outlets YEARS ago.
Oh God this is stressing me out too much. I want a ciggarette NOW. NOW NOW NOW.