Oh man the husband is definitely quitting. LOL.
I think I'm going to buy bear repellant next time I go out. Maybe mace. Although, he is still not smoking, that's the good part (I guess). He required me to listen at length to his vague death wishes and I listened for a long, long time before finally saying, "Ya know, we do have a large bottle of Tylenol in the medicine cabinet?"
"Why on earth would I want that? I'm not suicidal... I just want something to kill me."
"That would be why *I* would be getting it for you. I'm happy to administer at this point...."
Oh well, at least it got a laugh out of him. Poor thing. I can't imagine what it's like to have started smoking at age 8.
Anna