I am hereby making public my intention of quitting my current five Muniemakers per day cigar habit, in favor of one or two really good smokes per week.
Like my frequent declarations of absence, we'll just have to see how this goes.
But it's a really foul habit - I smell funny, my teeth are grotty, and when I come in view small children jeer. The bolder ones throw rocks.
On a happier note, these LL Bean jeans fit pretty well. I could even go down one waist size, and have ordered appropriately.
Jeans allegedly make me less intimidating. Why anybody would be cowed by me is a mystery, but it's been said by people whose opinions I respect, so...