I wonder if Bob is still around? That was a great message. In my addiction, I sent a cab to bring me a carton of cigarettes when I first got home after childbirth and couldn't leave the house because of my baby. I have gone out a four in the morning to buy cigarettes in a snow storm, and I'm afraid of driving in the snow. I have smoked butts, spent hours searching for a light, and then used the toaster oven when I couldn't find one. Many more sad embarrassing stories like this. But not now. Now I don't smoke and won't, and I'm working it and its working as long as I NTAP