I gave up smoking last month. I wasn't really much of a smoker, I was smoking anywhere between five and seven cigarettes a week. I gave it up because I got tired of cigarettes going stale on me.
The wife had a similar habit and she gave it up out of guilt. Now our long car rides are mostly silent punctuated by short bursts of anger.
Wife: This song is like a self-fulfilling prophesy.
Me: What do you mean?
Wife: A self-fulfilling prophesy is a prophesy that becomes true simply by being made.
Me: That's not what I meant. You're lucky you didn't catch a smack for that.
Wife: YOU'RE lucky I didn't catch a smack for that!
Me: Ah, marriage without cigarettes...
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