There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Or in this case, a sink at the end of the faucet. A flush at the end of the going. A shower at the end of the dust storm.
I need a shower.
I need a housecleaner.
I need a doormat.
I need a heating vent that actually makes it to upstairs.
Are my demands too high?
One day I am going to get a dishwasher and I am going to wash everyone of my dishes and I am going to love it.
And then I am going to get tired of it and I am going to have Brad do the dishes.
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