Dick and and I made it one month yesterday! On our smoke quit that is.
We finished getting our vegetable garden planted, did a little target practice and got some sun on our shoulders. It was a great day, and one definitely worth celebrating! Now we will have veggies, a little tan on my shoulders and the sense of satisfaction that only a job well done can give.
I had one HUGE opportunity to freak out and want a cigarette, but it never happened, the nicotine fit that is.
Toward the end of the afternoon we were getting ready to pack up our tools when I heard a distressed little squeak from a bird and looked up and spotted a snake, IN A TREE right at the edge of the woods off our back porch. I don't much like snakes, ok, they freak me out. I pointed at it and in typical hunting dog style told my hubby "HONEY LOOK!!! There's a snake up in that tree!!!!" In the part of the US where I was raised, snakes stay on the ground where they belong, they don't go slithering about in the freaking trees! You're taught to listen for the rattles and look DOWN for them.
Did I mention that this snake was IN THE GODDAMN TREE!!!??
As usual, he couldn't see what I was pointing at. Somehow he NEVER sees what I point at. Why is that? IT'S A BIG BLACK SNAKE IN A SAPLING FOR CHRISSAKE!!
Killing spiders, snakes and varmints have ALWAYS been men's work. It's part of the "I jump on the chair and scream, you get the broom and kill the mouse" routine. It has been that way for centuries! It's simply a given, protect the woman at all costs or the woman dumps you for a man with balls. He's not a coward, he just couldnt see the darn thing. He's killed lots of attack spiders and stuff.
So, looking like a member of the SWAT team with this fancy schmancy tactical shotgun (that I bought him for Christmas a few years ago) with one shot, I dispatched the GIANT BLACK slithering menace.
Ok ok.. it was three feet long at best. But in that tree, it looked like a monster!
Well, maybe not really, but MAN I HATE FRIGGING SNAKES!!!!! I was all happy that I had killed it to death, and look Ma! I never did want a cigarette!!
Ta Daaaaaa!
Annie Oaklie