We are either very clean or very dirty, I'm not sure which. All I know is I am surrounded by laundry. Dirty laundry, clean laundry, it is unbelievable. It is everywhere. And somehow laundry must be related to dishes. They both spontaneously generate. You know how, when you've loaded your dishwasher and are listening to that comforting hum, you glance toward your sink and cannot believe it but you see two spoons, a knife, and a couple of glasses which must have emerged from the drain in the previous half hour? That's how it is with laundry at my house, too. Right now there is a load in the washer, a load in the dryer, 2 piles of perfectly folded clothes on my bed ready for the elves to put away, and, shockingly enough, an overflowing basket of dirty clothes ready to be washed. And, I swear, five minutes ago, that basket was empty. You know what they say about rabbits.....who knew it was the same with laundry?