My wife and I are expecting our first child in the next couple weeks. She's getting pretty big and pretty uncomfortable. So I decided to get her a diamond necklace for all the trouble of having the kid grow inside of her. It wasn't anything spectacular but she was very pleased.
Well I thought that was the end of it. But one day she comes home from work with a gift bag. She tells me that the gift is for putting up with her while shes been pregnant, hormonal, and crabby. I open the bag and found two Cohibas. It dawned on me later that not only does she not enjoy even being around me when I smoke, but she went to the B&M by herself, put up with the stench (or glorious smell) of the humidor, picked them out herself (she's too stuborn to ask for help), and picked out a great smoke for me to light up once our little one comes.
And THAT is why I married her
PS Sorry for those of you expecting pictures of her wearing nothing but a smile and gar. Maybe someday.
Well I thought that was the end of it. But one day she comes home from work with a gift bag. She tells me that the gift is for putting up with her while shes been pregnant, hormonal, and crabby. I open the bag and found two Cohibas. It dawned on me later that not only does she not enjoy even being around me when I smoke, but she went to the B&M by herself, put up with the stench (or glorious smell) of the humidor, picked them out herself (she's too stuborn to ask for help), and picked out a great smoke for me to light up once our little one comes.
And THAT is why I married her
PS Sorry for those of you expecting pictures of her wearing nothing but a smile and gar. Maybe someday.
:thumbs: 
