Being awesome, circa 2006.
Back when I was an obnoxious (in a completely different way than I currently am) young twentysomething, cleaning took forever. Forever.
Once every two weeks, P.J. and I would do laundry. And we’re talking piles upon piles. We’d maybe do three loads in that one weekend. Sometimes we couldn’t go out until 9 or 10pm because we’d still have dishes to do. And if we had
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