Well I've laughed. The first time was when Charlotte crapped her pants in Sex and the City. I may have giggled once or twice in Get Smart too. Then yesterday after Serge went to his (free perk from work) therapist, he told me that as he was listing all the things that are stressors, when he got to "my spouse quit smoking", the advice from the therapist was, "Just try not talking to him. He doesn't want to talk right now." Oh how that tickled me. I could never get away with just demanding that he not talk to me without bruising egos and feelings.
The Montreal Jazz Festival is going on. We've been the last two evenings. Can you wander around listening to live bands playing music for 12 hours a day for 12 days, FREE, anywhere else on earth? No, I don't think you can. Sure the food and booze is pricey at the kiosks, but you don't mind since you get so much free entertainment. We saw this awesome acapella (sp?) group called Naturally 7. This is a group that sounds like a whole band but doesn't have any instruments. I'm sure there are youtubes of them somewhere.
Anyway, just keeping busy, keeping moving, and running a little matra in my head.
I can live with the occasional desire to smoke or I can smoke. There are no other choices.