Okay, I admit it. I'm old.

Just before Christmas I treated myself to a new pair of fabric shears. My old ones were SO bad. It was more effective to tear the cloth with my teeth.

This pair is a beautiful thing. They have padding inside the handles and are ergonically designed to prevent your hand and wrist from getting sore.

Christmas came and I hadn't even had a chance to use them yet. Imagine how I freaked when I saw one of my twins using them to cut open one of those clear hard plastic, impossible to get into, designed by some sadist bastard, box things that his mp3 player was packaged in. My virgin shears!

I snatched them away and took them back to my craft room where I promptly hid them from rummaging children.

Now if I could only find them again...