Me: Will you please strip the bed so I can wash the sheets?
Me: And maybe help me gather up all the laundry?
Michael: … Sure.
Me: And take out the bedroom trash?
Michael: Okay, the hell?
Me: I just have this nice little dream of going to bed tonight on nice clean sheets, rolling about while my sleeping pill kicks in, and gazing upon a tidy room.
Michael: Amazing! I have the exact same dream!