A few years ago we went to New Hampshire for a few days. I said I'll do anything as long as on the way home we go to Keepsake Quilts and I get to shop. Fine with him. So on Sunday, we drive there and I start to go in. I say, "I'm going to be a little while, will you be ok?" Fine, he says. I said, "come in and find me if you get bored". Fine, he says. Well, I was in there 20 minutes and he shows up- I have about 20 bolts of fabric piled up trying to make decisions for a particular project- and he says, Aren't you done yet?? I said "no, at least another hour". Well, he couldn't believe how I could stay there so long and left muttering to himself. The saleslady just about split her sides laughing. She said it happens all the time. That was the first and LAST time he ever came with me.