My Secret Addiction: It's Not Sex, Drugs or Rock and Roll
I can't stop. A recent move made me realize it's a bit of a problem. I can't stop buying wooden spoons for the kitchen. One, two, twenty, forty....how many do I have? More important, how many do I need? I have a good friend, an excellent cook, who claims you need three. I need a lot of them, like different paint brushes. But I don't need dozens and dozens. I suppose if it keeps me off the streets and from getting in trouble, it could be worse.