"Yes, Dr. Hortfreud, I did."
"What's going on that you need me now, Carol?"
"Well, Dr. Hortfreud, I think I've crossed a line."
"Crossed a line? What do you mean by that, Carol?"
"I bought pants for gardening."
"Oh, is that all? You've already bought at least four pairs of shoes just for gardening and another pair for mowing. And look at all the crocuses you planted. They sure are pretty. And I saw that new hand hoe in the garage, too. How many hoes do you have now? I'd say you are well beyond any imaginary line you've dreamed up."
"They were expensive pants, Dr. H. I don't think even when I worked I ever spent this much money on a pair of pants."
"Go on, tell me about them."
"They are made of a lightweight fabric that doesn't snag easily and isn't too hot. And they have pockets at the knees to add knee pads."
"And you bought some knee pads, too?"
"Have you worn them, Carol."
"Oh, look at you, standing amongst the crocuses in the lawn, wearing the shoes you normally mow in."
"Dr. Hortfreud, this is serious!"
"No, it isn't that serious. But those are some seriously good gardening pants. And I see you already got some dirt on them."
"Yes. First day out. I love them. I can kneel with abandon in the garden now with the knee pads. And there are lots of nice pockets, too. I think I want another pair."
"Go ahead, Carol. Get another pair. Move that imaginary line just a little further out. Or even better, just forget there is a line. Repeat after me. There is no line. Buy more pants. Buy more crocuses. Get another hoe!"
"Thanks, Dr. Hortfreud. I knew you'd understand!"