Last night Ben and I took an important step in our relationship, I think.
We merged our laundry.
We've been living together for well over a year, but I've hesitated to get involved with Ben's laundry because
a) he has a lot of it
b) a lot of it is very very dirty.
I know the soap and water supposedly washes all the dirt out, but somehow I can't help thinking that his dirt will make a pass-through of my clothes first, and that some of it will stay.
But it got to the point where something had to be done. I was beginning to call our closet "the laundry room" and we don't have a washer dryer.
I'll bet the Federlines don't have this kind of intimacy.