feeling fat

we had a bit of rain today after a long dry spell ( Vancouver now has 2 season's rainy, and fire!)

i woke up this morning to the gentle tell tale sound of rain. after living out here for so long, i can tell by the sound wether its fat rain, drizzly rain, hard rain, misty rain etc. this morning was a bit of misty rain mixed with drizzly rain.

So for the first time in weeks, it was time to put some pants on.

(as opposed to swimming shorts, riding shorts or even just short-pants some call 'em capri, some pedal pushers, others floods, i call 'em whatevers handy and covers my ass, an increasingly difficult task what with fashion's shrinking "hip" lines, and my expanding pot belly competing for every minuscule scrap of fabric available for stretching over round corners)

i was surprised at how much i missed the smells of rain. the slightly acrid smell of wet side walks mixing with the lush fragrance of maple trees lining my street made for a heady combo, almost as good as my old friend; the morning smoke.

But not as surprised as i was with the difficulty of PULLING UP MY ZIPPER!

i'm into my third month with no smokes, and thats some kinda record, for me anyway.
some days i don't even think about it, other days, a bit more.
I truly think its over though. my love affair with du Maurier.

Which is a good thing cuz now I gotta take all that money i've saved over the last several weeks, and put it towards purchasing a whole new wardrobe. or at least 1/2 a wardrobe. the lower half. so i can hide my BIG FAT ASS! oh no, i just realized I spent all the extra cash all ready on scooby snacks! EEK fat, stupid, and broke.

great.

I'm so glad I don't smoke any more.

Plthhhphpht!