It only takes one conversation with my brother to prove I’m the sane sibling.
“Sarah, I found the new love of my life.”
“Oh, you got a new pug?”
“No, it’s a Swiffer WetJet.”
“You’re in love with a mop?”
“Sarah it’s not JUST a mop. It’s a mop and broom combo.”
“What did you name her?”
“I didn’t.”
“Benjamin, if you don’t know the name of your true love, then it’s not love. That’s called a one-night stand. You’re having a one-night stand with a freaking mop.”
“I told you, it’s not JUST a mop. Why can’t you just support my choices?”
“Um, because you’re a weirdo.”
Maybe friends with benefits?