I'm so unbearable, that if this winter doesn't end soon, I'm going to go broke from buying tackle, tackle, and more tackle. I keep buying but can't use any of this stuff. Last night, I had everything emptied out on the floor sorting, cleaning, adding new stuff. The wife walked into the room looked around, shook her head, mumbled something uncomprehendable, and left. Later, she's back staring at everything again and I can see the wheels spinning but luckily, I've learned to remove price tags off of things before they get in the house. Hopefully she never sets foot in the tackle shop.
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