When do you KNOW you've lost it?

Is it when playing word soup with your spouse and the made up word pitboom makes you laugh like a loon?

Or is it when a coworker misuses yet another common phrase and you don't even blink, you just write it down on the list. I.e. "You've been gone so long we thought you fell into the obese." (Abyss)

Perhaps it's when you sit down and get covered by cats and it doesn't cause you to blink.

When you realize you have dressed all kinds of wounds and it no longer bothers you, is that when you know?

It's probably when you put the hash browns on your breakfast sandwich because it's easier to eat while you drive.

You can't tell how many hours you've wasted watching building off the grid/tiny house/holiday baking/90 day fiancé/little women television shows. That's probably a sign.

The dryer lint seems a good subject matter for a blog pic.

Or when this picture seems to be perfect for this post.

Quality control! There are tots in my fries! It came to me this way!