If I could teach my wife (the General) the fine art of "home-made" <cough> cigarette rolling, she would hardly ever bother me at all while I am playing. Well, except when she is "out of uniform" and calls for a short-arm inspection.

She is the General, ya know, and I could never disobey a direct order.
Otherwise, she always rags me about making sure I get my $15/ month worth.
And no, we don't use any damn machines here for rolling!

To her credit, though, she is getting better at it.
