I sure do ask a lot of questions, don't I?

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I have just now discovered how much I enjoy ironing! Seriously. It's a time for me to ponder and think and realize just how many clothes we have.
I have decided that this is a life skill. One that I feel is essential to know because you just never do know when it will come in handy, ya know?
I will be teaching both of the big kids to iron come this summer. Why this summer and not now you ask? Well, because it's already hot in the summer, so why not give them something hotter to do inside so they'll appreciate their outside time more?
OK.
Not really.
Summer because we've got a lot going on right now and I'll need stuff to fill the summer with besides trips to the river and other such nonsense.
And no, I don't believe ironing is for the females either. Allow me to clarify. Say Hunter grows up and his boss's prized Lhasa Apso dies in a horrible accident involving a clothespin and Hunter has been asked to say a few kind words at the memorial service but he needs his church pants ironed so he can wear them to the funeral and his wife can't iron them for him because she just gave birth to triplets 6 days earlier and boy do those little ones like to nurse! See? Hunter would need to know how to iron lest he be forced to wear his swim trunks to the funeral because they are tie dyed and you wouldn't really see the wrinkles as being a problem anyway would you? And why, you ask, wouldn't Hunter need to iron his dress shirt? Because what kind of person would wear a shirt and tie to a dog's funeral?
Psh.
Now that's just silly.

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The Brownings said…
Have I told you that I love you!
You crack me up!
February 2, 2011 at 1:59 PM
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