So, I kind of love doing laundry. There. I said it. Don’t ask me to do yours.

Towels are my favorite. I think there’s something so therapeutic about washing and folding a large load of towels. The repetition and the instant gratification of a towering stack of clean towels is very satisfying. I feel a sense of pride when I place them in the linen closet. Seriously. I know it’s weird.

Socks are gratifying, too. Match them up, roll them into little balls, and before you know it you have a whole basket full of clean little sock balls. Who doesn’t love clean little sock balls? Only people who wear dirty, crusty socks – that’s who. And nobody is going to admit to that.

My sister lives in NYC and pays per pound to have all of her laundry cleaned. That’s astonishing to me – I wash certain items certain ways. Pants that fit get lined dried, pants that are too big get dried on heavy high, dress shirts get the hand wash setting, sheets get washed in hot water, and underwear and socks go in the same load.

And everything must be dried in the dryer with dryer sheets. I hate the smell of anything that has been line dried.

Maybe I should open a laundromat. Or just get help for my OCD.

The only thing I don’t like about doing laundry is having to wash my husband’s uniform. He’s a paramedic – do I really need to elaborate on the saliva/feces/brain matter that has shown up on his uniform? Most of the time he’s fairly tidy with the bodily fluids, but I really did have to wash a coat covered in brains once. It was just sitting with the rest of the dirty laundry like it was no big deal.

I’ve also almost been impaled by a syringe taking clothes out of the dryer. That was a hoot.

Laundry isn’t all fun and games. It’s a dirty and dangerous job! Remember that the next time you see me spacing out with a little smile on my face while folding towels.

Have you seen President Obama’s new haircut? It was a risk, but I think it suits him. It’s very Dwayne Wayne.

God – I loved watching A Different World reruns before school. Must add to Netflix queue.

My husband bought the Chia Obama as a celebratory gift after the election – just before it was pulled from the shelves of every Walgreens nationwide. We’ve been having fun giving him new ‘dos for the last eight months. You can buy your own Chia Obama online.

Judging by the uncomfortable laugh, at least one person understands what fisting means.

It’s been a big year for my HP Mini. My husband bought me the super portable little laptop for Christmas and I’ve taken it with me everywhere. His name is Peabody, and he has a few things to say…

It’s exhausting being a laptop. Particularly because I’m mini. Especially because I’m Corrin’s laptop.

For work, I’ve been dragged to San Francisco (where our plane was hit by lightening) and Atlanta numerous times. For blogging, I had to endure hoards of mommy bloggers in Nashville for Blissdom and Chicago for Blogher (where someone thought I was free swag – jerks). Then it was off to New York City for Affiliate Summit East and where I was “accidentally” left in a taxi.

For “fun”, I was schlepted to New York twice more – one of those trips being in a car with no power outlet so my battery was completely drained by the time we hit the state line! And I hear I have lots more traveling to do this year – two trips to Orlando and a trip to San Antonio and Austin. Doesn’t she know I don’t like the heat?

I won’t even get into the kind of stuff she uses my keyboard to blog about. Gynecologist appointments, Facebook stalkers, trends in condom sales, and family tiffs. There’s nothing the girl won’t blog about.

And lets not forget about that silly “Follow Me on Twitter” sticker she has plastered on my case. Like anybody wants to follow her on Twitter.

There must be people out there that are much kinder to their laptops than Corrin is to me. Those people deserve $500 off instantly when they purchase an HP HDX 16t with $300 coupon code NBN3248 + $200 Instant Rebate. Valid through 8/23 or while supplies last. Restrictions and exclusions apply.

Apparently Peabody is a smart-ass, but at least he has a coupon to save $500 on a new HP computer!

As if having my cervix scraped with a metal brush and my nipples tweaked by a complete stranger wasn’t bad enough, my gynecologist told me that I was getting old and dried up and sent me on my merry way with a bag full of prenatal vitamins and parenting magazines last week. I felt like I had been hit by a freight train.

Okay – so she might have said “If you and your husband are considering having children at any point in time, I’d recommend you begin taking prenatal vitamins. Would you like some free samples?” And I might have agreed that that was a very prudent idea. I mean, it would be nice if any potential children came out sans flippers or two sets of ears, don’t you agree?

Mike’s response to the presence of prenatal vitamins in our medicine cabinet wasn’t so doe-eyed and accepting. I believe his words were “throw those things away before you get baby crazy.” I, of course, completely ignored him and choked down my first set of Duet prenatal vitamins this morning. Literally. Those things are like swallowing AA batteries.