So, Julie, what did you do on Saturday night?
Well, I ironed clothes. Whoo hoooo!
It's sad, really. Since about the time that we moved in last summer, I've had this ironing board sitting in the hallway. Each month, more and more clothes pile on it. Im not a good ironer. I usually create more wrinkles than I eliminate. Yet now that I have to wear semi-decent clothes at the library, I find that Im a wrinkler maker extraordinaire. Where is Antoinette, the fabulous ironer we had in Ghana? She could iron like nobody's business. Oh well, I try. I got one of those safety irons, apparently. It shut off after a half an hour, even though I wasnt done ironing yet. Guess that will wait until next month.