It's 9:45 p.m. on a Friday night... Nick and I are at home, I look up and see him looking at me, smiling: "I wish I could take a picture of you right now... you're sitting on the couch, laptop in your lap, knitting, with a pot of popcorn on the arm of the couch, and your feet don't touch the ground."

Since he DIDN'T take the picture and because, he was right, a picture wouldn't do it justice, I'll give you a pictoral representation, because I love you guys (all of my dear and loyal readers).