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Picking on Erin [Aug. 13th, 2004|11:53 am]
[Current Mood |shockedshocked]

Ferrett has already written an entry today about Erin's lawnmower fiasco, so now I feel like I'm ganging up.

But what the heck.

Today is company picnic day, and I decided to wear my white crop pants. They needed pressing, so I walked over to the ironing board.

And discovered a nice, hot iron, waiting for me to use.

"Erin," I said, waking her from blissful teen slumber. "When did you last iron?"

"I dunno. A few days ago."

In other words, we have been living for at least a week with an iron set on high just standing there in the basement. Nevermind that the strange humming noise I had been hearing was clearly my electric meter working up to escape velocity. It's a wonder that she didn't burn down the house.

I'm feeling very fortunate today, and counting my blessings. And now I'm leaving for the company picnic.

From: (Anonymous)
2004-08-13 04:02 pm (UTC)
Funny, all the irons I've owned for the past decade or so shut-off if they're just left like that. It is a safety feature for people like me who get distracted and leave the iron plugged in. I thought that was pretty standard.

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[User Picture]From: zoethe
2004-08-13 08:54 pm (UTC)
Nope. Scary.
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