oh, so *that* is what it is

    I used to think that I had already identified the best sensation in the world.
    I was wrong. Now I know.
    The best sensation in the world is when you finally (after two separate spelunking expeditions) find and eliminate the fourteen-inch-long strand of hair that removed itself from your scalp, wormed its way beneath the ribbed turtleneck sweater that you're wearing, and wrapped itself around the decorative loop on your bra. And, of course, proceeded to tickle the bloody Hell out of you for your first six hours of work for the week.
    That. Feels. Better.