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.
But it’s my sickness and so far I am loving every second.
Got any dirty clothes?