I cannot iron. I have tried and tried over the years and all I seem to do is iron in more wrinkles. The only successful ironing runs I have ever had have taken about 15 minutes for one article of clothing. Not nearly enough time for me to do my entire outfit in the morning as well as shave, shower, check my BG, pack up and hit the road.
My wife always irons my stuff for me and literally lays out an outfit for me. Another issue I have is the inability to match clothing in the early morning. I do well with weekend clothes but work clothes? Forget it! Someone really needs to come out with a line of Grranimals for adults. I would change my entire wardrobe.
Anyhow I get home yesterday after a long day at work and decide to change into something more comfortable, like shorts and a t-shirt when my wife says, “How did the pants work out?”
“Um, they did not fail me (I say jokingly). What do you mean?”
“Well,” she says in a strange voice, “I accidentally grabbed one of your other [read: pre-fat ass] pants and just hoped they would work. I didn’t have time to iron another after I noticed.”
“Woah.” (and not like that Joey Lawence “Blossom” woah) “That is pretty freaking cool. I had no idea. Very cool!”
Scales are one thing and it is nice to see the numbers steadily heading downward but stuff like this is a way better pay off!
Saturday, November 10, 2007 at 10:47AM 