I recently quit smoking as an anniversary present to myself. My thought process is that I will be able to dance like a teenager at my 50th anniversary (fat chance!).
A few nights ago one of my teenagers and I had a bit of a riff over her wanting to get on the computer at 11:30. Her homework was not done, but Race and I were heading off to bed, and the rules are that no one is to be on the computer without our supervision in the event that there would be a reason to consult us.
Not giving in, but frustrated beyond belief, I went into the bedroom to sneak a smoke. I shut the door, lit incense, pulled out my stash and located a lighter. Just as I picked up the lighter, there came three timid knocks on the door. Thinking it was the daughter that I had had the altercation with, I sang out "just ONE minnnnnute!" as if I were wrapping a present and not trying to be sneaky.
I hurriedly opened the door to an empty hall (not really a hall, it is just the wall and door that the coat closet is in). I walked out into the living room thinking she had just given up and walked away. I found her bent way underneath the desk trying to locate the USB port, and steadfastly ignoring me. Race was at his desk and only looked up at me. I asked Race if he had heard the knocks and he said that is why he asked me what that was. I had a THOUGHT of what it was, but...
I guess not only my living family would like this Quit to work this time around.