My wife's actually pretty cool about me smoking cigars; I think she'd have a harder time with me smoking cigarettes (as would I -- I can't really take the smell of cigarettes). Her dad was -- still is -- an avid cigar smoker, and she said that my smoking them reminds her of her dad having one now and then.
Last night she mentioned that "...we'll have to get a couple of fans and some kind of set up out in the garage for you for when the bad weather comes this winter." Completely unprompted on my part. I'm lucky.
