My fiance is an avid reader of my blog, everyone say, “hi Kenny!” He’s also a
little lot bit shy, so he’d probably never post a comment on here. I wanted to write about something—anything—tonight and his suggestion was simple: cigars.
Right. Okay. Write about something I really know nothing about. I can do this. My fantastic fiance is not a smoker, but after one tour in the desert he came back appreciating cigars; not only does he appreciate them, but now he wants a humidor that looks something like this:
Here’s the thing though. It’s one thing if he smokes the cigars while he’s overseas during a deployment or if he’s at a bachelor party or a guy’s night out, but I don’t think I want that in my house. Sure, they’re just cigars and chances are he won’t smoke them all. the. time, but there’s always that possibility that it could lead to more smoking.
So when he says he wants a humidor, and even offers to build one himself, I have to pass on his idea and put my non-smoking hand down on this one. Am I alone in thinking this way?
….Sorry babe! You wanted me to write about cigars, so I just wrote about cigars!