Jackie and I just celebrated our Tenth Anniversary in the Riviera Maya in Mexico and thought we'd share just a few picture of our eight days in paradise!
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Monday, February 8, 2010
Ironing? What's that?
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.
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