You cut yourself with a chisel and you’re more concerned about not getting blood on your workpiece than you are about the laceration.
You inexplicably find sawdust in your drawers. And I’m not talking about furniture.
You can say “crotchwood” with a straight face.
It has caused you great pain to pay money for furniture that was poorly made.
You have dropped to your knees and looked beneath a table in a museum, a gallery, an historic home, or a friend’s house.
You know the difference between a tendon and a tenon but you sometimes use the words interchangeably.
You cannot resist the temptation to lift the lid on a wooden box.
You secretly think “measuring tape” suspenders are pretty cool.
You can talk to your partner/spouse/significant other for HOURS about woodworking despite the glazed over look in his/her eyes.
You have wondered what it would be like to own a woodworking business.
You can spend an entire day in your shop, accomplish little if anything, and thoroughly enjoy it.
You know exactly where everything is in your shop....except for a pencil.
You have said these words: “I can build that in two weeks.”
You have built more projects in your head than in actuality.
Your spouse/partner/loved ones/pets know not to bother you, and sometimes choose to run for cover, when you are gluing up a project.
Even if you don’t work with it, you love the smell of fresh cut pine.
You either love or hate the smell of fresh cut walnut. There is no in-between.
You remove more splinters from your hands in a month than most people do in a lifetime.
You can correctly pronounce Padauk and Lignum Vitae.