Here I am

Migraine killed my day.  Was looking forward to going into work, answering 60plus calls - not a big deal, just makes the day whizz by. 

Today, I will mostly miss my "work husband".  He posted pics he'd taken over the last few weeks - OH MY GOSH - the man has such an eye and TALENT!!!  Will steal and post here for the viewing pleasure of whomever reads this. 

Love my "work husband" - Jeffrey who sits next to me. We were "married" via a paint brush and by the assumption of Betsy Delzer - famous artist we both are inspired by.  Jeffrey's partner Scott and my honey, Greg, 87% approve of this union.  And if they don't, oh pooh to you. 

Nothing more than taking an imatrex, sleeping from 6:40 am to 2 pm ish....woken occasionally by my neighbors "The Smokers" and the stench of their sticks as they sit on their front stoop smoking away.  REALLY!?  You won't smoke in YOUR home, but take little into account of your neighbors.  UGH!! Slamming the window to the stench still has NOT gotten the message across. 

I am a FORMER smoker.  Rare if ever, will you find me with a stoggie in hand - will be a good, smooth smoke with a beer and camping involved.  A former smoker who cannot STAND the smell of cigarette smoke.  My mother, who smoked two and a half packs per day since age 15, was a "National Representative of Smoker's Rights" and died at the young age of 68 of emphysema.  I AM NOT a fan of those that choose to infect the air I breathe OUTSIDE. 

So, for those of you who do smoke - I am sorry, but it's something I deem as a life ending addiction.  I am not going to condone nor advocate for your 'rights' to kill yourselves and surround me with the stench. 

Done.  :) 

Feeling a little bit of twinge in my neck...time for another imatrex?  Ick.