I think I am in love.

And I don’t mean with my husband.

Or my kids.

Or even my cat.

I think I am in love with this:

My seratonin levels are skyrocketing and everything moves in slow motion when I am near it.
I think about it at work, I overuse it at home. I hope it doesn’t get sick of me.

I even took the relationship to the next level and started using fabric softener for the first time in my life.

I am in love with the fanciest appliance I have ever owned.

I am even being extra careless with my food in order to ensure that the laundry pile does not run out.

I know.

It’s sick.

But it’s my sickness and so far I am loving every second.

Got any dirty clothes?