why my mom is the best (or ode to smoking)

so here i was thinking i was doing a bang up job hiding my new habit from my parents. hiding it of course for the flack ive recieved in the past when they found out.
but then a funny thing happened
while in chicago, after the funeral, at my aunts appartment, my cousin fiena approached me (actually, it might have been stella..they are twins...) anyways one of them came up to me and asked me if i would like to join her outside. perplexed i said yes. i knew i didnt smell like smoke cause it had been 24 woefull hourse since last smoke. i asked her how she knew i smoked. she said to me in her thick russian accent "your mother, she said i should come ask you"

in other news, its actually good to be back at work. when george got dropped off today his owner told me he wags his tail the most when he sees me. this means a lot comming from george is is a grumpy gnome of a dog.