I was making a baby blanket tonight on the sewing machine.  I had been working on it for a few nights.  Between breaking a few needles and having problems with the back side of the stitches, I was sweating and swearing.  Just as I finished binding the edges, I looked up and saw that I had jjjjust the right amount of thread.  There was barely any left.  I did a fist pump and a little happy dance.