In trying to sneak and do dads ironing while hes at church, I have come to some realizations. One, I see why marrying a military guy years ago was not the smartest of ideas. I do not do crisp lines. Two, Im glad the unnamed person I have feelings for is a t-shirt kind of guy. If I ever convince him to marry me I wont be expected to do much ironing. And three, I hate ironing...and crisp lines...and ironing and starch and ...did I say I hate ironing yet?
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 15:20:27 +0000
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