The laminator... my new best friend...

I used to believe I was kind of cool... well... sort of... to my friends at least... well... okay, in MY mind I was cool. I used to have a life! Or at least I thought I did, some people can't quite call shopping a life, but hey, it kept me happy.

And then, I became, a teacher.

Now, instead of gorgeous clothes and the latest fashions, I find the object of my true fascination and delight... Burt!!

And no ladies, he's not some cute photo copy boy we ladies perve over in the staff-room.

And even if he was, my boyfriend may be reading this.

Nope, Burt is none other than my laminator.

Yep, you read that right, my laminator.

What is it, about this sleek, silver, hot machine that makes it so utterly irresistible to teachers? The moment when he takes the plastic sheeted document from your hands and molds it together, so seamlessly, so effortlessly, and makes it so shiny and durable that you just can't help but give him every single piece of paper that you can possible find? He soothes my troubled nerves, he is a kind of zen machine, I feel calm knowing my papers are safe with him and they cannot be torn by some ruthless, hormone crazed adolescent. 

I've heard that this fascination is quite normal. I fear my boyfriend and family believes I have lost my mind.