For any of you EX car smokers (me!) and you'd like just a little added assurance that NOT smoking is a beautiful thing, here's something.
It's a beautiful day in West Michigan. I decided to run out and quickly vac out my car. ha ha ha! Over an hour later and I'm filty from head to toe. Ashes got to places I didn't know were places. And they multiply and stick like the dickens. I didn't even have the heart to clean the windows, dash, etc. yet because I know what beauty lies on those paper towels!
I do this because I finally have reached the point that I'm sure I am done smoking in my car (or anywhere). That isn't to say I'm not going to crave and fight a continuous battle, but there is that moment when finally, you just know. I want to have my car detailed, but I frankly was too ashamed to even have the detailing people have to clean off those first couple of smoking layers. Looking forward to the day I will let other people ride in my car.
Okay - on to the windows. Yuck!
Joyce
