Janey is afraid of loud noises, big things and machine movement; she shies away from anything that has one those frightful components, but for some reason she has a giant crush on the one thing in the house that features all three combined phobia factors:
Our ancient, heaving and locomotive behemoth dryer.
You cannot see it in this moment, but Janey is moving about 10-20 mm each direction with the beat of the machine
sounds like a steam engine on that final uphill push into the Rockies...
a quick version of "I think I can I think I can"....
And yet she flips and rubs her cheek along its edges and generally looks like she's taken a hit of something green and good.
Jones does NOT approve.
He is very busy being very very extremely jealous.
I feel ashamed somehow, too.
Signing off with your breaking news from the laundry room in San Jose,