Smokes

So, we have wanted to quit smoking. By We I mean I have wanted to and my husband has wanted to but he has no will power. Me, I'm fine, as long as I'm not smelling smoke. He paces like a caged animal and dumps tobacco into a pipe (like that helps). Then he yells at me for being all Zen and just going on with what I gotta do. So, I have been nagging him and nagging him and today finally found the trigger to make it happen.

Smokes, the ferret, is the new addition. We were out today and he saw her. He went all gooey and acted like it was his newborn daughter. He cooed and petted and, dare I say it, just about giggled. So, I was honest and said, "Listen, we just can't afford her....unless we quit smoking." I saw his mind working, his eyes kept darting from the ferret to the lady and he finally thrust the ferret at her and said, "Wrap her up before I change my mind."

So, he named her smokes, to remind himself of why he gave up smoking. That makes three boys and three girls, the ferret factory is now officially closed!