11-13-2005, 10:44 PM
My wife took my Porsche and went to AC for the weekend. I had no idea where she was or my car. I called everybody and nobody knew. Then Sunday at like 8 am she tells me she's coming home from AC. I'm livid. She gets home, sits me down and then drops some bigger news, she lost 7 grand. WTF? Then she looks at me with these puppy dog eyes, the ones I fell in love with, takes out a gift box and a cigar. I open the box and it is a shirt, a nice shirt, but I never heard of the designer, habanajoe, then hands me a cigar. At least the shirt is nice and the cigar was good - but the weekend of hell she put me through was unreal.