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To: jpmac who wrote (44368)	1/1/2000 10:11:00 PM
From: Ish	Respond to of 71178

Oranges hon. Oranges and a lot of hot baths. That's the way a friend got over it.

To: jpmac who wrote (44368)	1/1/2000 10:55:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

HahahaaaaaaaEat your heart out. My cough has gone NASTY, severe headache, and aches- sounds fluuuey doesn't it--and I dug in the closet and found some old codeine leftover from last year. Enough for one good dose, and now I'm not coughing and I have that warm, nice I love everybody feeling. CW told me he tried smoking at school and I hit the ceiling. The always so reasonable, you can talk to me about anything, mommy of the year --swoosh- she flew right out the window. I screamed, I swore, I begged, I pleaded. I didn't allow him a word in defense. I reminded him that he used to embarrass us in restaurants if he saw someone smoking, by coughing and saying loudly, "Ugh, they smell gross." ANd how he PROMISED me when he was five years old that he would never ever smoke. ANd how his lungs would turn black and shrivel, and he had several relatives who died of emphysema, and it would make his breath bad and his 5000 dollars worth of perfect teeth black. He said, "Good grief, Mom. I just tried one during exams." "BUt that's how it starts," I moaned. "Why, why?" "You sound like that ice skater," he said. "You have allergies, you sing, you swim, you run, you love your body, you even eat spinach. Why would you put poison in your lungs?" I wrung my hands in despair. He was unmoved. "Mom, I just borrowed one from a guy studying. Get a grip." ANd then-- then--because I am clever, wily, and manipulative, and I know my son, I said-- "You borrowed the cigarette? Have you bought any yet?" "No, Mom! My new roommate smokes. I got it from him." "How much does he smoke?" "About a pack a day, I guess." "Do you know how much cigarettes cost?" "No." "About 3.00 a pack." (Actually I have no idea what they cost) CW's eyes narrowed--- he was doing the math. This is where to hit CW. Right in his greedy, tight-fisted little gut. This is a kid who once held up the lunch line at school arguing with a poor Hispanic lady that because they had run out of corn and substituted beans which he hates, he shouldn't have to pay full price. Who would rather yell into a phone than put in a quarter. Who has already changed long distance carriers two or three times at school. Who, when he found out Stacy's college's meal plan expires and the remaining money doesn't carry over at semester, told her to go buy cases of Gatorade and chips and use it all up. (He came home, as I think I mentioned, with no clothes, but he did have two cases of Gatorade- God knows how much Stacy took home.) He had finished multiplying. "Jeez,That's 1,008 dollars a year!!!" I nodded. "Think of the interest that would earn in your money market." He shook his head. "Why would anyone smoke? Boy, what a stupid habit."