I caught my husband this morning in the act of SMOKING... blech! We both quit over 5 years ago, and even tho I've smelled it on him on a few occasions, he's denied it up and down (kindof like when I discovered his Playboy subscription).
Funny how men can lie with such straight faces...
Anyway, I told him he'd better watch out, or I'll have to hire an ugly nurse to wipe his crippled ass when he has his first coronary in a few years. It's bad enough I had to marry a crabby old guy, but now it seems I'm going to be stuck with a sickly one, too.