Your welcome. Sounds like you have a wonderful woman there.This latest cigar thread has brought back a lot of great "cigar moments".
This'n is one of my very favorites of all time.
About 10 years or so ago we were cruising in the balmy Caribbean and enjoying a beach excursion in Plya del Carmen. It was a great set up they had little shade covers set up along the beach each with a hammock under it. There was a little stand with a guy working over coconuts with his machete. He'd whack off the top and dump out the liquid. Then you could take it to the bar and get it filled with rum punch. COCO LOCO they called it.
Meanwhile Miss Pam is on the other end of the beach checkin' out the little makeshift flea market/souvenir stores they have set up.
So...I'm just getting into my 3rd coco loco and feeling absolutely no pain. Laid back in the hammock and watching the frigate birds through the leaves of the palm trees as the glided on the air currents in long lazy circles above the beach.
Then, I thought I heard a feint voice coming from a great distance. I looked up and it was my lovely bride standing next to my hammock. She had a big smile on her face and her right hand was behind her back.
I thought I knew where this was going.
WRONG!
She told me to close my eyes and hold out my hand. I complied immediately. No idea what to expect but what it was was something I'd never have guessed.
When she told me to open my eyes I did so and couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was a lovely Monte Cristo!!! I rarely spend that kind of money on a cigar.
I should mention at this point that Pam hates, loathes and detests cigar smoke. You can watch her change colors if she get even the tiniest whiff of cigar smoke.
Tears of joy were running down my face. The beautiful day. The beautiful beach. The beautiful coco locos. And my beautiful bride. and to pull all that together was that oh-so-beautiful Monte Cristo.
As I watched her walk away back to the flea market I fired it up and contemplated the joy of my life. If I'd spent 28 bux on a cigar she'd have murdered me in my sleep. But she spent a lot of her shopping money on the very thing she reviles the most.
The fact was not lost on me that she did truly and forever love me and there could be no more convincing proof of it.
I smoked that cigar down to the shortest nub I've ever seen. I was not able to hold it any longer so I looked around hoping to see someone with a roach clip I might borrow and failing to find anything I gave that nub a decent burial in the sand and said a brief, but sincere prayer of thanks.
Thank you Wayne, for helping me to relive that wonderful memory. Carry on.....
My wife surprised me when she suggested that I could set up a cold weather cigar smoking area in our basement.