Stephanie, do you have a travel steamer? That can take care of wrinkles. In a pinch, the other thing that does a nice job is the Downy Wrinkle Releaser spray.
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
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Stephanie, do you have a dryer? My trick for removing wrinkles is to throw the item in the dryer with a wet - not dripping- washcloth for ~15 minutes, then take it out immediately and hang it up. The steam knocks most of the wrinkles out. I hate to iron.
If you're gonna kill someone who engages in cellphone telemarketing, is it morally permissible to torture them first?
is it morally permissible to torture them first?
No.
The drapes are really heavy, formal things and there's 7 of them. I don't think there's anywhere to hang them in the bathroom. I'm a bit nervous about the dryer (cause there's hooks and stuff in them and I don't think they come out that easily or if they do, it would take a long time to put them all back in) but maybe I could buy a travel steamer. And I could totally buy some of that spray if I can find it here.
ION, my dogs have made it safely to Houston and should be taking off for Albuquerque in about an hour.
Which reminds me, I need to run the cafe curtains I got for the front door through the dryer, because I hung 'em out of the package and they are wrinkly.
Stephanie, if they are the rubber backed kind and running them through a dryer alarms you, my mom always used to mist them down heavily after hanging them and then yanking on them. Only worked moderately well in NM, but PR, probably would work better.
I was thinking about just misting them, but I didn't have a sprayer in the house handy. Now that I have two weeks here with nothing to do, I'll have time to go get whatever I need.
10/12 today. 3 hours to go. Post-dinner gronk has set in.
Mom just repurposed a windex bottle.
Ugh. The bins are located in a dark alley. No lights. about twenty cans. Where's the garbage from previous events (I say previous because the caterer denies it being his)? In front. On the ground. With 18 empty bins unreachable behind. In my heels, in my skirt, in my favorite blouse, I point my cars headlights at the mess and dig through the pile to get to the empties. There's a kid from the catering co. begrudgingly helping me. Handing me bags. Meanwhile, what I'm sure isn't just rainwater is dripping all over my clothes, my forearms, between my toes, and this kid is being a little fucking nancy about having to help lift the heavy tub that is *their* garbage into a bin.
Fuck you all.
The brides parents were nice, though.
I'm off with my bottle of wine.