Sorry to have missed Salon tonight, folks.
So I'm swatching (sample knitting to make sure the yarn is the right fit for a project) for the s.o. I'm musing and knitting and holding the sample out at arms length, etc...He's sitting next to me....
Me (meditatively) "I just want to make sure your sweater doesn't look too, you know, "Emo."
Him "WOW. YOU READ MY MIND."
And it was then I sang to him for the fortieth time..."Pardon me, I didn't knit that for you."