Yesterday was eleven years since I quit smoking. At a carton a week, I figure I’ve saved—hm, carry the three, add a zero—uh, I have no idea. Cigarettes were about $35 a carton in New Jersey when I quit, I think. I know the nicotine patches were more expensive than smoking. For the past six years I would have been paying Virginia prices, which were twentysomething a carton until recently. I think, though, it’s pretty safe to say that I’ve saved nearly enough money to buy a Jeep Wrangler. Which, come to think of it, I own. Kewl.
The other anniversary I forgot: April 22nd started my ninth year of blogging. Wow. That’s longer than anything I’ve ever done, except smoke. And blogging is way healthier for me.
Come to think of it, blogging didn’t drive me back to smoking. Not even during the worst of the blogwars.
Well, here’s to at least another year or two. I’m not bored yet. And I have all these nifty-keen cobloggers to help me out, now. Thanks, folks! And thanks to all the readers who have been with me all these years. Have I got anyone left from year one? I know someone who found me on my first blogiversary, but I’m not sure I still have my early readers. Well, if you’re out there: Wow.