Dave's trying to quit smoking.
I'm about ready to get on my knees and beg him to please, please, please go buy himself a pack of Camel Lights, spark one up and re-adjust his attitude.
I'm seriously considering a 'reverse intervention' where I go get him his nicotine fix and make him smoke it.
At this precise moment the threat of various cancers, emphysema and such seem far away...very, very far away. It seems far more likely that I will do him some serious damage before the tobacco ever does.
He's curmudgeonly. The only other person I have ever described using that word is our very own Bakerstreet...and my husband would blow him away in curmudgeonly-ness today. Dave is grouchy, cranky, irritable, bad-tempered, short-tempered...name any negative emotion and that's how my husband has been today. And yesterday. And will be tomrrow, unless I can persuade him that now really isn't a good time to quit and that he ought to wait until he can get some professional help (read DRUGS).
Perhaps if I go smoke, it'll make him cave in and want one too......hmm....there's an idea.......
....I'll go see if that works.