There’s something wrong with my wife. Yeah, she’s definitely not normal. I saw her loading the clothes washer and she wasn’t singing. She wasn’t dancing. She wasn’t even smiling. In fact, she seemed downright bored. For some reason, doing the laundry didn’t fulfill a cosmic sense of purpose for her. Come to think of it, there was no lively background music either.
We must be using the wrong brand of detergent.