If I don't get my shirts to the laundry in a timely manner I must resort to a less than time-honored tradition, and iron them myself. My great aunt Ruth taught me how to iron a shirt when I was in 7th grade. As I was pressing away today I realized that I ironed the shirt in the same order and detail that she had taught me so many years earlier. I guess it is imPRESSED into my brain.The peanut gallery assembled to see what was up.
Willie to the right of me and Simon to left. 
Of course Gracie was unimpressed and decided that a nap was a much better idea. 
Two shirts ironed. I feel accomplished.
Two shirts ironed. I feel accomplished.
Then its on to the next task generated by living alone. The cat boxes need to be emptied. BAHHHHHH!
Mr. Flannery
3 comments:
I'd hire a cat keeper and a laundry girl if I were you. LOLOL Those have to be the two WORST jobs in the world!!!
If the wrinkles don't come out in the dryer (as well as the cat hairs) then I don't own it. HA!!!
I'm imPRESSED for sure!!!
;-) Have a wonderful day and week-end!
robelyn
I hate to iron and maybe this is why I'm so terrible at it.
At least your assistants stand by to watch. Princess Posie tries to lie on the piece that I am pressing!! If I walk away for a second, the clean clothing will be covered with cat hair!!!!
And I agree about the boxes....bahhhhhhhhhhh
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