I've been naming things. I think that when you spend enough time with something, you get to know it in a way that kind of deserves a name. It's fun cause when you name something, you realize just how much of a personality it has.
For example, my bed. She's always been there for me. She's warm, comforting, accepting, and still dignified. Her name is Beatrice. She's great. and her naming was soon followed by....wait for it....
Gladys the Magic Bullet, Frank the washer, and Orville the dryer, Harriette the sewing machine, and Samantha the Kindle. They're all members of the family now. The big happy family of stuff.
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