Amazing how my first thought when Joseph told me our wash machine isn't working was, "Unfair! Unjust!"  I mean, really, how in the world are we to get our clothes washed?  Take 'em out to the lake and beat 'em on a rock?

It's almost appalling how the thought of dragging baskets of laundry down to a laundromat makes me feel like a second-rate citizen.