As far as I’m concerned, a house should look lived-in, and I consider it clean as long as I don’t stick to it and it doesn’t give me cholera. I can ignore the piles of clothes on the guest room bed because I know they’re all straight from the dryer and just waiting to be folded. I see it as a personal achievement … a physical manifestation of all the laundry I’ve done in the last few months. It’s like a strange trophy made of clothes that I’ve forgotten I even owned.
 
     —Jenny Lawson, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened