I quit smoking on November 20th, 2003. Since that day taken ten drags of a cigarette. I took two a few weeks ago, and then I smoked about half a fag a few hours ago.
Our prestigious editor in chief has asked me to put an article together on why-guys-don't-call-back from the guy's side of the argument. The funny is that I am being asked to speak for 49.
Kevlar will stop a bullet, but it won't save you from a knife. Armour plating may be durable, but it's heavy and unwieldy. Hazmat gear will protect you from asbestos, but is useless against an angry brown bear.
Chances are, you think you're a more intellectually and emotionally evolved person. You come to Capital of Nasty, you read the astute writings of those who conglomerate here, think about it, agree with it or outright dismiss it as a waste of ones and zeroes that add up to nothing at all.
For those of you who don't know, my husband Bob--henceforth known as 'Good Old Bob' (GOB)--had a choice to retire at the age of sixty-one. He had worked in Cleveland, Ohio for the same company for forty-four years.
With the end of summer drawing near there are a few traditions that we all partake in. For some it is simply a change of season, for others it is a return to school.