As I lay in my bed, my clothes lay on the floor. Due to my higher than usual need for perspiration my rooms aroma may not be desirable for the newcomer. As I enjoy my favorite video game I’m greeted with a very familiar look. This is not a welcoming nor a friendly look, this is the look only a mom can give you. With her fierce gaze and in a stern voice she tells me to wash my clothes. Of course I’m annoyed by the request, but on the second hand my closet is completely empty. It would appear as though all my clothes were dirty. Maybe mom was on to something? I’m sure many of us have very similar stories.