It's 130am and I've just gotten into bed, gotten comfortable, and I realized that I've forgotten to start the dishwasher. I mean, I had a hockey game at 10 (won 5-0) and now I'm tired and just want to go to sleep. And I'm lamenting the fact that I have to get out of bed to go turn it on. I'm just so comfortable in my great big bed next to my beautiful wife. Who would want to leave that?
Then, I realize that, boo hoo, I have to walk 30 feet and down some stairs to press a button and the magic machine makes all of the dishes clean. Woa is me.
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