This pocketknife is wonderfully sharp and feels so wonderful in the hand. I’m going to feel a touch sad when I have finsished slicing up this summer sausage. Eating the sausage, I’m sure, will restore my mood.
Crap. I meant to say it feels so solid, so real, so there in the hand. Instead, I repeated the adjective “wonderful.” Eye sew wee tod ed.
Well, you just turned my patient longing for a record player into an obsession. I haven’t been able to listen to “She’s So Unusual” for about a thousand years. Asia, Loverboy, Twisted Sister, Quiet Riot and Rush are calling to me from a box in the closet as well. OK…my vinyl pile is one of my favo(u)rite things as well.