When a friend gives you silver and bordeaux nail polish as a belated new member gift and you start to tear up a little bit.
(Last week my nails were silver. This week they're bordeaux.)
When the Mister suggests putting lattice work on the balcony and training ivy to grow on it for privacy -- and you hop up and down, squeal with glee, and hug him in the middle of Canadian Tire.
Hybrid Mode
