ditto, man I got my butt in deep kimche with a "surreptitious" shipment one time... I thought I was slick. I had about 3 or 4 boxes coming in. I ordered them and had them delivered to work! weee! I thought I was home free. I met the wife (brand new wife) for dinner that night, we drove separate cars. I was taking my stash to see Groucho who was wearhousing them in a spare coolerdoor. Well, long story short, for some reason (oh yeah, here honey, you take my leftovers home with you!), car door opens, WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS!! “it” hit the fan!!!
We “discussed it” (yes dear, yes dear, yes dear)… And I agreed (grudgingly) not to do this again. The problem was not the cigars (but they were a problem). The problem was “the deception”. We worked it out like this. She agrees that I have an uncontrollable need to have way more cigars than I need. I agree that I have this problem, but don’t feel compelled to stop. She agrees that it is tolerated in the right doses. So I get “an allowance” which I can do with as I please. I can save it and put in a good order, or I can spend it out at the local bar and grille. I split this. Sometimes I party and sometimes I save and herf. It’s a happy medium, she’s happy, and so am I.