Heh. Apparently I'm only an 84% match for myself. Which is unfortunate.
I'm trying to remember the last time I used the iron. I think it was when I was embossing bats on a velvet skirt.
Now
that's
a good reason to use an iron. I think the last time I used the iron was about 12 months ago. Mind you, our cleaning lady irons for us now, but she's actually worse at it than I am, and we're thinking about hiding the iron. I don't actually
burn
things, or melt plastic designs into interesting and less attractive plastic designs. She does, bless her. But we're both so grateful to have things cleaned and tidied up a bit that neither of us likes to mention it.
My friend who is having bariatric surgery tells me that afterwards she will never be able to eat cake again.
Not even a smidgen.
Not a crumb.
NEVER.
Ever.
Of course I would date Fay...if she wouldn't mind if I slipped up and typed "Kay" sometimes, due to dueling obsessions.
I know I've used my iron, because I remember thinking "man, that's a crappy iron." But I couldn't tell you how long ago that was.
Yes. Isn't that some sort of universal truth?
If it wasn't before, it is now.
I'm trying to remember the last time I used the iron. I think it was when I was embossing bats on a velvet skirt.
I think I imagined your wardrobe requiring a lot of ironing. Am more tempted than ever before for a change.
Actually, I just go rumpled. I don't go out any place of substance rumpled (that is like church, the library, dinner, a show, etc.). But if I'm bumming around with the kids, I am going to wrinkle my clothes, so
I don't sweat it.
Heh. Apparently I'm only an 84% match for myself. Which is unfortunate.
How does that happen?
I had to iron cotton uniforms when I was a kid. I hate ironing. Suck at it. I have mastered snatching things from the dryer in a timely fashion to prevent the need.
I think I imagined your wardrobe requiring a lot of ironing. Am more tempted than ever before for a change.
Ha! No, absolutely no ironing needed in the JilliWardrobe. Lots of flowy black lace and stretch velvet, plus some wool, silk, or non-stretch velvet that involves going to the dry cleaning place, but no ironing. A frock coat means never having to iron your blouses.
How does that happen?
I don't think I'd date me. That shouldn't stop anyone else from giving it a (polite) shot, though.
My friend who is having bariatric surgery tells me that afterwards she will never be able to eat cake again.
Not even a smidgen.
Not a crumb.
NEVER.
Ever.
I am very sad for her. This sounds trivial, but sincerely, that's got to be a tough decision to make, and to make it knowing her future is entirely cakeless, rather than just severely cake-restricted shows her dedication, if you ask me. I hope it goes well for her, and assists her in meeting her goals.
My friend who is having bariatric surgery tells me that afterwards she will never be able to eat cake again.
I know someone that had it and can manage a VERY TINY piece once in a while. But if she eats more than that, sugar dumping occurs and it makes her very sick. When I went to a wedding with her, though, she opted for a few glasses of wine over the wedding cake.
