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