No ~ Thank God ~ I'm not a smoker. I am soooo glad I never picked up the habit. My father smoked like a chimney and sometimes I'd run along behind him and take a few puffs of his discarded butts. Well, my sister ratted me out and I got a spanking. So, that cured me. But, guess what? My sister smokes 2 packs a day! I have watched her struggle to quit for many years now. It's like every cell in her body craves it. Her skin stinks, her hair stinks, her whole house stinks. She's in her early 40's and already wheezes when she talks. She has recently lost 60 pounds but she still can't quit smoking. She was recently diagnosed with diabetes and has managed to change her diet so drastically, that she may not have to take medicine anymore but she still can't stop smoking.

I refuse to buy them for her. I used to do her grocery shopping because she hates it and I was home during the day. I told her not to even bother putting cigarettes down on the list, because I wasn't buying them.

I have the worlds wimpiest lungs. I get bronchitis several times a year. I figure I'd be dead already if I had ever started smoking. I am going to be one PISSED OFF girl if I get lung cancer from second hand smoke.