Yes, I'm still around, and no this is not going to be a long blog. I'm not really into blogging lately. Too many other things going on. But this was too good to pass up and too long for Facebook.
So I don't iron. If something needs ironing I wait until the very last possible second, and then hope that Cameron is ironing and will do it for me. I don't iron his clothes, I did once, and then he didn't ask me to do it again.
Tonight he came downstairs with about 7 shirts and 3 pairs of pants to iron. So I sat on the couch to talk to him. He was almost done and asked if I wanted to iron a shirt for him while he went to get another. I traded ironing for putting away laundry, tonight I would much rather iron, I was laudried out. So he went upstairs to put stuff away and grab another shirt, and I set to ironing. I thought I was doing a decent job, the shirt really wasn't that wrinkly. I finished and was just hanging it back on the hanger when Cameron came down, and I held it up for his inspection. He looked at it and said, "Did you iron it?" I thought, man I must have really done a bad job.
Me, "Yeah, I ironed it!"
Cameron: "All of it?"
Me: "No, just part of it. Yes all of it!"
Cameron: "Even the sleeves?"
Me: "Yes!" starting to get really self-conscious about my ironing skills.
Cameron: "Did you take it off the hanger?"
Me: uncontrollable laughter. "I'm not that dumb! Of course I took it off the hanger! You don't have to make fun of my ironing skills."
Cameron: "I just want to know how you did it so fast."
So I pulled off the next shirt and demonstrated my ironing abilities to him. He was impressed. I still won't be ironing his shirts.
So I don't iron. If something needs ironing I wait until the very last possible second, and then hope that Cameron is ironing and will do it for me. I don't iron his clothes, I did once, and then he didn't ask me to do it again.
Tonight he came downstairs with about 7 shirts and 3 pairs of pants to iron. So I sat on the couch to talk to him. He was almost done and asked if I wanted to iron a shirt for him while he went to get another. I traded ironing for putting away laundry, tonight I would much rather iron, I was laudried out. So he went upstairs to put stuff away and grab another shirt, and I set to ironing. I thought I was doing a decent job, the shirt really wasn't that wrinkly. I finished and was just hanging it back on the hanger when Cameron came down, and I held it up for his inspection. He looked at it and said, "Did you iron it?" I thought, man I must have really done a bad job.
Me, "Yeah, I ironed it!"
Cameron: "All of it?"
Me: "No, just part of it. Yes all of it!"
Cameron: "Even the sleeves?"
Me: "Yes!" starting to get really self-conscious about my ironing skills.
Cameron: "Did you take it off the hanger?"
Me: uncontrollable laughter. "I'm not that dumb! Of course I took it off the hanger! You don't have to make fun of my ironing skills."
Cameron: "I just want to know how you did it so fast."
So I pulled off the next shirt and demonstrated my ironing abilities to him. He was impressed. I still won't be ironing his shirts.
3 comments:
I am horrible at ironing. So if you notice us at church with wrinkled clothing you know why. :)
That's why we send Erick's shirts to the dry cleaners. He get's 3 uses out of each shirt and we are both happy. No ironing for us!
Ha Ha Ha. That is too funny. I'll have to get tips, I don't Iron either.
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