At the end of the day, we all fall into certain camps. There are the pancakes people and the crepes people. There are the Yankees people and the Red Sox people. There are the toilet paper roll should start over people and the toilet paper roll should start under people.

Our identities are wrapped up in our choices.

Salty or sweet?

Early mornings or late nights?

All grown up or still young at heart?

I'm afraid there's growing evidence that I'm falling into that all grown up category.

It started with a conversation about the virus that's been worming its way through western Sullivan County, leaving trails of tissues, thermometers, and Lysol in its wake.

Most washing machines, it seems, are not quite up to the task of taking down a germ factory. It's only with the addition of bleach or a thorough drying at high heat that parents can fend off the bugs wreaking havoc in their homes.

And so it is that I found out I'm the kind of person who kvells over a washing machine.

It offers a sanitize cycle that can do battle with the peskiest of pesky diseases!

It has a delayed start function so a late night load need not sit for hours, mildewing while we slumber!

It's…well, it's a washing machine.

I can't imagine having extolled the virtues of an appliance at 15 or 20. I can't imagine brimming with excitement at the notion of germ-busting at 25 or even 30.

But here I am.

Sweet over salty.

Crepes over pancakes.

Yankees over Red Sox.

Decidedly on team appliance.