I learned today I am addicted to cigarettes.
No, Not the kind that give you cancer.
The kind that sits on your hips and gives you cellulite.
I have rediscovered Popeye Cigarettes, and rediscovering is learning.
I am sure my Daddy's heart skipped a beat when he saw the above photo - I know it was highly illegal in the Arsenault household (once upon a time) to hold one of these delicious white chalky sweet sticks between our lips like a smoke. Just like it was illegal to watch the Simpsons. My Dad really didn't like how Bart said 'Eat my shorts, man!'
Now that I have rediscovered them I don't think my personal candy stash will ever be popeye