The Adventurers' Guild

I have recently become incredibly fond of a dishbrush I own.

I call her "Henrietta" and take her everywhere with me.

I just simply love the feel of the bristles on my skin.

I probably need help.

I also have an overwhelming urge to be run over by a street sweeper, for similar reasons.

Henrietta got left behind at the hospital after a dialysis run; I forgot to take her with me.

She has since been replaced with Jasmine, which is a floor brush.

She keeps me company, much to my wife's chagrin.