So after about nine loads of laundry, this is said by me:
"So this must be like what it's like to be middle class."
Pause
"No wait, this is what it's like to be working class and win on the Price is Right."
Everything in my house is either clean, fluffed and folded, or just waiting in the queue. I wish I could wash myself in there.
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