Now this is what I call a good day...
Finally....for the first time since our maid stopped working, I actually completely finished ironing that huge, wrinkled heap of clothes that haunted me every time I walked by it. I'm not counting the shirt and skirt that were at the very bottom of the pile.... I decided to wash those again before even attempting anything. I only know they were a shirt and skirt because I recognized the colors and patterns.
Wow. It feels good to have that done - but the first time Sean wears one of those shirts and wrinkles it, I'll probably have an aneurysm. I worked too hard to see it all go to waste so quickly.
By the way, almost every one of Sean's work shirts that I ironed had some kind of stain or hole in it. You'd think he worked hard or something. Be more careful, Sean! Those shirts have to last another year and a half until we can get more on our furlough!**
**Please note, the previous comment does not, in any way, shape or form, mean that I want people sending Sean more work shirts. He has plenty - I know, because I ironed them all today.
Wow. It feels good to have that done - but the first time Sean wears one of those shirts and wrinkles it, I'll probably have an aneurysm. I worked too hard to see it all go to waste so quickly.
By the way, almost every one of Sean's work shirts that I ironed had some kind of stain or hole in it. You'd think he worked hard or something. Be more careful, Sean! Those shirts have to last another year and a half until we can get more on our furlough!**
**Please note, the previous comment does not, in any way, shape or form, mean that I want people sending Sean more work shirts. He has plenty - I know, because I ironed them all today.
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