That means that when Mister Spinster says "Let's go to the pool" on a Sunday afternoon, and it's 197 degrees outside and there are eleventy-seven thousand screaming children in said pool and I would rather sit in my pajamas and stitch in eat pasta salad, I say..."Yes! That sounds like fun!"
Because I remember a time when I would have given my laying tool to have somebody to do things with or a swimming pool in which to do them.
So we're going to see if the Summer of the Yes brings about fun and adventure.
Pray for me, Dearies. I suspect that there is trouble on the horizon with all of this Yes-sing afoot.