Several made resolutions to stop smoking. Now would be a time when the urge to say, "To hell with it, I gotta have a cigarette.!" would be getting stronger, so I am doing my best to show what happens when you mess up your body by smoking. If you get an aneurysm you get it fixed or you die. This is a descending aorta aneurysm being repaired (that's when the aorta blows up like a balloon and if it breaks you are 'instantly' dead). It can be repaired if it is caught before it breaks. There is no pain – it is either found by a determined doctor or it breaks and you are dead.

If the doctor finds your aneurysm it must be repaired. It is a nasty operation. But, if you want to live you gotta pay a monumental price in agony and dollars to make it to whatever birthday you hope to reach (Recovering from this surgery is agony even with a Demerol drip in your spine).

After surgery I had breathing problems so I had to go to a lung specialist—thinking cancer. I was stunned—the lung specialist told me that only about 2% of smokers get lung cancer. The biggest killer, he told my wife and I, is heart disease; and that is what happened to me. And, the bottom half of both lungs were shot—from smoking. The top half was still working—I was lucky. Since I quit smoking before surgery and had no plans to resume, the lung doctor thought I might live something of a normal life. I didn't get out of the lung doctor's office "Scott-free."

I also have "emphysema with an asthma component" and I can't walk around the block in cold weather because I can't get my breath. I can suck on three different inhalers and take medicine and hope I make it and then die of old age. I am on oxygen all the time now and unable to do much for myself.

Smoking. Ah yes. I tell my wife all the time, "God, I wish I never started smoking."
I am telling you all of this just so you can stop smoking now and have a better future than you will if you continue on smoking tobacco.

I really think ladies should be required to wear boxer shorts just like those that men wear. Why? Well, I remember a couple of years ago when we flew to Florida for my son's Grand Opening for his new studio in West Palm Beach, Florida, that I saw a hairy frog.

We stayed in a luxury hotel in the city where my son lives, and lots of big spenders, like me and oldladylincoln, stay there. You can tell who we are as we don't spend money at the local restaurants, because we eat the breakfast put-out by the hotel each morning. Yummy!

We were waiting for our son to come and pick us up in his Hummer (forgot the name of his vehicle that looks like something used in Iraq but it has a nicer paint job) — I saw this older gentleman sitting there in the lobby wearing beautiful white shorts. He was real tan like a Hershey Kiss.

Well, it was a clear mistake to notice him because he crossed his legs — his legs, up high, were snow white — cool whip white: The legs of his starched white shorts gaped open, and as God is my judge I saw a big old hairy frog staring at me from a briar patch — it looked like a frog in a briar patch!

I stood up because the sight gagged me. My wife asked if I was OK — I told her I swallowed spit; but I didn't tell my wife about the frog — I asked her to come outside and we walked out without ever looking back. She never saw the frog — I hope she didn't.

NOTE: That's why I would like for ladies to wear shorts like men "should" wear. Understand, I don't expect to see a lady's frog, but I wouldn't want to see a toad either.