You wanna smoke? Smoke.
You wanna drink? Drink.
You wanna take drugs? Go for it.
You wanna have sex with people you shouldn't be having sex with? Please do.
Perhaps to counteract my puritanical streak, I have always prided myself on providing The House of No Regrets, aka a den of iniquity, for my friends and family. The hostess with the mostess. Excess is us.
So, when I quit smoking, like five years ago on Halloween, and even after I could have become one of those annoying people who waves a hand in front of their face when someone nearby is smoking, I still allowed people to smoke in my house and tried to refrain from waving the hand. And when I do quit drinking, on those increasingly frequent occasions, I still offer people alcohol, if I have it around.
Alas, I little like to be construed a prude.
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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About Me
- Claudia
- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
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