How the hell do we have so much laundry?
I seriously don't understand it.
The Man: What did you do all day?
Me: I did laundry.
TM: Oh good, I am almost out of uniforms.
Me: What uniforms?! I washed everything in the hamper and the sorter!
TM: I don't think they're in the hamper or the sorter.
Me: Well, where the hell are they? Maybe up your ass?!
Ok, this didn't happen word-for-word. (The Man is reading this over my shoulder- just play along, OK?)
Anyway. Yes. I definitely need a vacation.