I have a slight obsession with laundry. Not that I am obsessed with doing it (I often procrastinate the task - having to haul baskets of clothes up and down two flights of stairs will do that to a person), I'm just obsessed with how it is done. By choice, I've been doing my own laundry since I was about 12 years old. I hardly ever even allow Matt to start a load by himself, although I am more than happy to let him help fold it when it's dry.
I have particular ideas about stain treatment, water temperatures, and dryer heat levels. I am quite conservative in my use of the dryer in general; I often have a washer and dryer covered and hangers full of clothes that are air drying. And I also have a thing for Tide and Downy that I haven't ever been able to shake. I recently sent a box full of baby clothes to my sister-in-law who is expecting a baby girl this fall. She told me that when her older children opened the box, the smell of laundry detergent immediately reminded them of me.
When people recognize you by the smell of your clothes, I think that might be a sign that you have a problem...