Ross and Rachael were also at home this particular Friday night. Rachael was currently lounging on their couch, utterly bored. She took a sip of red wine and heard Ross yelling something into the telephone. Ross had had that bad habit of yelling at people (especially strangers) on the phone for as long as she knew him. Wow, especially that one time when Ross found out that condoms were not 100 effective. The condom company got an earful. But that made her think about the miscarriage she had during her fifth month, and tears threatened to fall. She quickly shook her head, trying to forget.

She jumped when Ross slammed the receiver onto the phone, causingher tospill a drop of wine on her white blouse. Grumbling angrily, she attempted to remove the stain, but to no avail. She immediately ran to the laundry room before her white blouse could be permanently marked, only to find a huge mess her husband had made.

Meanwhile, Ross walked into the living room, scowling. "Rachael?" he called, when he found that she wasn't sitting on the couch. There was a noise like someone with bowel problems coming from the laundry room. "Rachael, what are you do–" Ross stopped mid-sentence when he saw Rachael in her bra. "Oh…" he chuckled. "I see you're ready for a little… 'action'?" Ross chuckled again.

She rolled her eyes. "Ross! Look at this mess in here! What have you been doing?"

"Umm… I was doing the laundry, like you asked," Ross said sheepishly.

"I didn't ask you to spill detergent and my underwear all over the floor, Ross!" She bent down and picked up what looked like a pamphlet under one of socks. It was the user's manual.

"You know that I used to go to the Laundromat before you brought that thing in here. It's really complicated," Ross said, ashamed that he couldn't figure out how to work the machine.

"Aww, Ross, its okay; here, I'll show you how." She felt bad about her snappy accusations earlier and grabbed his hand to teach him how to work the washing machine. "How did you get this crap all over the floor, though?" she asked, laughing.

"I… um… slipped on some underwear… and the soap and clothes fell…" Ross' cheeks were turning red. Rachael giggled.

"Okay, first, you take the scooper and put about this much soap in it," she said. She scooped as much detergent as she could from the floor. "Now, just pour it into the machine, like this."

"I think you're supposed to pour the soap in that basket there."

Rachael swore and examined the basket. "Oh… no, I think that's for bleach." She picked up the clothes from the ground and dumped them into the machine, along with her white blouse that had a wine stain on it. "Okay, now since these are whites, you have to put it on hot," she said, closing the lid, and turning the dial to hot. "Then just turn this other dial to normal wash." She turned another crank with a loud noise. "And there you go!" She smiled and took a bow.

"Thanks, Rach," Ross said, and he leaned down to kiss her. Rachael smiled and put her arms around his neck.

"So, what was that phone call about?" Rachael asked, breaking the kiss to sit on the couch.

"Well, it turns out that you have to have the stupid 'premium' account at Blockbuster to get movies delivered now. So if we want to see a movie tonight, we'll have to drive all the way down there and pick one out ourselves."

"Ah! I knew we should have switched to Netflix."

"But Rachael… we don't have a DVD player," Ross reminded her.

"Well, we could certainly get one. And then we'd have one."

"But DVD players are really expensive…"

"Oh, come on, it's not like we don't have any money."

"Okay, okay. Instead of watching a movie, you know what we could do?" Ross asked, putting his arm around Rachael.

"It's only 8:00; we can do that later," she said, standing up. She walked to their window and looked across to Chandler and Monica's place. As she watched Chandler and Monica sitting at their table, she saw Joey and Phoebe suddenly barge in.

"Oh, hey, it looks like Colleen decided to dump Joey after all," Ross said as he stood next to his wife.

"Let's go visit them. I mean, they've already invited Joey and Phoebe over."

"Sounds good to me," Ross said, grabbing a light jacket. He knew that Rachael missed living over there with them.

He gave her a slap on the bottom as he followed her out the door, chuckling. Rachael turned around, squealing in protest, and punched him on the arm.

"Ow!" Ross exclaimed in surprise. "What was that for?"

"That really hurt?" Rachael laughed.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, it did," he complained, rubbing the sore spot on his arm where Rachael had just maimed him.

"You've always been weak like that," Rachael teased. She laughed and ran full speed down the hall with Ross in hot pursuit.