Update

Hey, y'all. Hubs isn't a total ass, yet. He's watching A Little Foot movie, you know the ones- dinosaurs talk and care about each other. As if. He won't believe me that you just have to make your mind that you are a non-smoker. I wish I had a quarter for every time I said "I don't smoke any more" to help get over a craving. Of course, I also developed high blood pressure, a very fat ass (plus a very fat every thing else), some serious cramps for a few weeks, and a bad case of the super-bitch. Let's just say you don't want me driving in traffic. I'll scream at you iffen you just slow down too much. Let's just say I could relate to all those women that beat their kids.
But I'm really proud of the hubs. It's hard for him, he has a harder time letting go of some stuff than I do.