We're in a recession, I am on the sleigh . . .

and they come up with this to tempt me.

Frickety blank blank double fudge, oh my bob, let me kick something here.

I want this. I want it. Oh, son of a gun, I want this. And yet, I understand that I don't need it. I understand I have too much stash. I understand that I work too much and don't have time for stitching, at least not right now.

And yet, I want it.