As I sat at the counter today, going through my new knitting magazine, I oohed and aahed and squealed. The Guy was busy making supper and just shook his head as every new page made me happier and happier.
Finally, he said "I would say you're like a kid in a candy store, but you're more like an old lady in a knitting store."
*sigh*
And then, Your Honour, I stabbed him.
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