I quit smoking and my mother doesn't want to go to the movies
My favourite smoke was always the one after a good dinner out. That full feeling in the belly, the happiness of a couple of drinks, and then the cigarette in the fresh air outside. Perfection.
You’re right. A cigarette after a meal was course in itself, the most eagerly anticipated too.
Wife and I just started secretly secretly smoking one cig a week ( shared ) in the back yard late at night once a week.
Lame... but its a start...
My favourite smoke was always the one after a good dinner out. That full feeling in the belly, the happiness of a couple of drinks, and then the cigarette in the fresh air outside. Perfection.
You’re right. A cigarette after a meal was course in itself, the most eagerly anticipated too.
Wife and I just started secretly secretly smoking one cig a week ( shared ) in the back yard late at night once a week.
Lame... but its a start...