Our First Meeting Me: “B, this is a fantastic washing machine.” B: “Thank you!” I stand flat footed in front of the washer. I reach inside the washing machine down to the bottom. Me: “Oh dear. I can’t reach it. I can’t reach the bottom. My arms aren’t long enough.” B: “Uh oh.” Silently, I stare at B. B stares at me. B: “What are you going to do?” Me: “This!” I walk back to the kitchen counter, (he watches with anticipation) I take a running start and leap. I clear the edge and successfully fly over the side of the top of the washer landing face down at a 90 degree angle, feet now dangling mid-air as I stretch as hard and as long as I can to reach the bottom. “Wait, wait, wait, B are you still there? I got it, I got it. The tip of my finger got it. Don’t worry about it. We’re good…” my voice echoing from the floor of the washing machine. Envious are you? I begin to pull a load of clothes out of the dryer. “Why does all of the laund