Seven shirts. That's what we call "a load of laundry" around here, in the land of cute little mini-washers and mini-dryers. On a normal week, that's two loads of shirts, one of underwear, one of sheets, one of towels, one of pants, occasionally a miscellaneous load of extras. Since I was sick last week, and shopping on the day before I got sick, I didn't really get much laundry done then. I may be done by Christmas. Possibly. Or not.