I guess this is kinda sick, but a while back my wife left. I stepped out on the front porch of our apt. and started to toke up, opening the closent door so no one from the street see's. After about 3 drags, she pulls right up to the apt...gets out of the car and walks toward the door. Mid toke, she kisses me as she walks by, says "what are you doing" and goes inside. She forgot something. As she walks in I turn my head and empty my lungs into the closet. She grabs her stuff, gets in the car and leaves. It was F-ing crazy.
Side note: I have smoked with my wife, but she thinks I quit a long time ago.