Popeye candy cigarettes. I'm eating them. They've still got the same great flavour (even WITHOUT the red glowing tip) of days past, but I think my teeth are not quite what they used to be.
Four packs in a package for a buck at the dollar store. What a freakin' bargain.

Last time I only bought one package of four, and my kids got into them. THIS time, I thought, "I'll get four packages... one for each member of the family." Well, my six year old got two packs, and mommy squirreled away the other 14 packs and ate the lot.
Virginia, hon.. you're doing so well with the exercise. Everything will fall into place. hugs...
Speaking of falling into place, you should see some of the naked women at the gym. I'm far too uptight/modest/stuffy/british to change in public, but you should see some of the ones prancing around there butt naked. It's too hideous for words. I'm sure I don't look any better than they do, but it makes me FEEL better just looking at them.
Ruth, Miss Naive would like to know what a "New Yorker" is.