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-14 you are fine Ms D, I am SO glad you are here. :) CHICKS rule.

Yep, what the Chrispy one said. Bombdigity. It was so great to see your NOPE post, Laura

S I X D A I S Y S for S I X D A Y S

I am with the consensus...you may be a bit mad (as in Hatter) ! but, who am I to judge the mad bits ? The happy bits sound really, really happy and this makes me happy too ! There IS wine in Jolly Olde , fgs....bloomin' France is not far, fill up the boot, won't you ? ! Love, S

Wow ! Slovenka, One week is a serious accomplishment and you never have to do that again ! Congratulations ! Have a celebration ! You are a hero to me and, most importantly, to Yourself. :)

Don't forget, quitting smoking isn't all toil and strife. Have fun on your splendid journey, the Freedom is awe inspiring. N O P E Love, S

Dear giopetro, What happy news from you ! One month is a huge accomplishment and your Freedom tastes so sweet ! Do something nice for yourself and know that even brighter days are ahead of you. Congratulations ! Love, S

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why do my pictures keep disappearing ?

8 Hi Lucy, you beautiful Chick ! poor sticks. they won by themselves yesterday and wasn't that fun ? thanks Doll. going out , cupboards bare. back asap.

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11 thanks Ms D ! I wasn't paying much attention to months anymore...just looking ahead for the Year ! It was lovely Action started that and to hear y'all :wub: :wub: :wub:

13 good morning :)

You are doing great, Floss, not giving your craves power. Smoke leaving your consciousness and your un-conscious is bound to alert you in many ways, hang in there and N O P E.

poem written by Ted Hughes The Seven Sorrows The first sorrow of autumn Is the slow goodbye Of the garden who stands so long in the evening- A brown poppy head, The stalk of a lily, And still cannot go. The second sorrow Is the empty feet Of a pheasant who hangs from a hook with his brothers. The woodland of gold Is folded in feathers With its head in a bag. And the third sorrow Is the slow goodbye Of the sun who has gathered the birds and who gathers The minutes of evening, The golden and holy Ground of the picture. The fourth sorrow Is the pond gone black Ruined and sunken the city of water- The beetle’s palace, The catacombs Of the dragonfly. And the fifth sorrow Is the slow goodbye Of the woodland that quietly breaks up its camp. One day it’s gone. It has only left litter- Firewood, tentpoles. And the sixth sorrow Is the fox’s sorrow The joy of the huntsman, the joy of the hounds, The hooves that pound Till earth closes her ear To the fox’s prayer. And the seventh sorrow Is the slow goodbye Of the face with its wrinkles that looks through the window As the year packs up Like a tatty fairground That came for the children. Ted Hughes

Congratulations Nay Nay

Congratulations Armed, Thirty more days to an even bigger grin on your smoke free face.

N O P E for a beautiful Autumnal Equinox

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I am jealous of you having FRESH Garbanzos !! Garbanzos in the can have soaked up SO much preservative in the can...that rinsing them is often not enough to get that chemical taste out of them. Sometimes even soaking for a while with changes of water doesn't help either. So, I get dried garbanzos, throw them in the crock pot with water and cook overnight. In the morning they are ready for hummus. Also, delicious warm in the morning.

Seattle ? with the Ferris Wheel ? Never been there, cheated and googled. Didn't think you would bring coals to Newcastle or 'Mother' dough out West, did ya ? -2 it has been fun guessing and it might not be Seattle.

11 well, to be fair Mr. Joe of The Former House of Estrogen, I haven't had enough of the good stuff either. :D

11 hello hound :)