Ok, I hope y'all will get a laugh out of this. DH and my bedroom is large enough to accommodate our home office, so on most Saturday mornings when I get up before him, I spend my time looking at the quiltingboard pictures section. DH wakes up to me whispering: "ooooohhhh my", and "Wow", and "how did she do that", and "Well, now I'm intimidated". A lesser man would think I'm secretly looking at porn! He knows, though, that it's quilting porn, and it's a joke in our house now.