My wife collects knickknacks.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I used to collect knick-knacks, like wizards, trolls and little buddhas, and arrange them like precious things on a shelf.
My wife has her stuff and her taste, and I have my stuff and my taste.
I have a secret stash of Nutella that I pull out when necessary. That chocolate-hazelnut combo is my wife's kryptonite.
The knish is a classic example of peasant food evolving into comfort food and even sophisticated fare.
Very often, say what you will, a knave is only a fool.
My girlfriend has crabs, I bought her fishnet stockings.
My wife has about everything I can think of.
There are moments to indulge and enjoy, but I always know when it's time to go home and wash my knickers.
Reading a Lydia Davis story collection is like reaching into what you think is a bag of potato chips and pulling out something else entirely: a gherkin, a pepper corn, a truffle, a piece of beef jerky.
I can't throw books away. My wife is always telling me to get rid of some.