Tonight I found this poem by Rudyard Kipling (one of my fave authors). Very, very funny.
For the sake of my personal well-being and happiness I'm certainly glad that the HLDW* has never made me choose between her and cigars.
I'd really miss her.
Oh, c'mon, I'm joking here.
Now, that isn't to say that she hasn't engaged in a womanly version of asymmetric warfare on my other burning love. Thus far I've held the line.
But mostly I'm just glad that I haven't received any ultimatums.