Way back in the stone ages, when I was married, the husband and I were lounging about in the afterglow from some particularly enjoyable recreational activity-- one against which there is likely a biblical injunction. A stray thought wandered through my brain, and I hopped out of bed long enough to grab a Latin book off of my desk.
Why? I had the sudden urge to conjugate "Vidi, vici, venisti."
He did not find nearly as much humor in this as I did, which is one tiny contribution to a large pile of reasons that we are no longer married.