At what point does "rotating the smokes" in one's humidor digress to simply "playing with the smokes" in one's humidor?

once you go past 300 in storage...

When you start setting your alarm for it.

When your wife walks in and says abruptly "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" And you jump up startled with a guilty look trying to "reshevle youself..."

"It was just my robusto dear"

Guilty on all counts your honor.

More than three shakes, and you're just playing.

When you find yourself saying, "Humidor? What Humidor?"...

I don't see a humidor? Do you? Is this a trick picture? Yeaup, that's a dead give away...

When your trousers get tight in the front.

When you look at yourself in the mirror afterwards and find yourself saying, "is it cold in here?"

I don't play with my smokes...they play with me! I'm just walking into the closet to get a shirt and the lid is open on the dor and I hear giggling then I hear an "arrghhh" from the Bucs. I crack up; close the door to the closet and play er.. I mean rotate my cigars!

I don't call it rotating or playing.

I feel the need to be a Social Worker of the masses, making sure all the residence in the Humidor have met each other. After they have all met each other for the first time, I realize not everyone will remember a new acqaintance name on the first meeting, so than they all must be re-introduced a second time, then for the slow learners they may need a third, fourth, and sometimes a fifth meeting before they realllllllllllllly know each other and start interacting well amongst themselves. By that time, some residence have moved out and new citizens have moved into the neighborhood and you have to start all over again, this could become a vicious cycle.

No, no honey, I'm not playing, I'm working, I'm an embassador, creating goodwill in the neighborhood, thats it, I'm not, a Social Worker, I'm an Embassador, I'm an Embassoador of the Humidor people. Yeah, that's it, not playing, no.

Uhhhhhhhhhh, what was the question?????