I came in to work today after several days vacation, and I found a crocheted afghan on my chair. At first I went "Ah, that's sweet, they've seen me crocheting and knitting and made me an afghan." But there's no note, and nothing in my email. And it's not a new afghan, it's kind of fuzzy, and there's lint and hair on it. I don't know if someone found it somewhere and assumed it was mine because of said crocheting, but I don't want someone's old afghan.

I'll keep it through tomorrow, to see if anyone says anything, but then it disappears.

I bought an ironing board and iron. That's almost like doing laundry, right?

I am filled with the spirit of doing nothing.

I am filled with the spirit of doing nothing.

Preach!

I could maybe clear off my ironing board in solidarity with your purchasing efforts.

I have achieved groceries and an Elsa tutu dress. Tomorrow I shall attempt a Disney Store to see if they have any Elsa dresses that will fit Niece 1, because Target and Toys R Us were a wash.

Quarter after 4 PM. The shadows are creeping across the valley.

I own an ironing board and iron. It's probably close to a decade since I used them.

Eventually I hope to set up the ironing board and plug in the iron. Will that happen today? Reply hazy try again

ETA Ginger, it's been 9 years since I last owned an iron and ironing board. But lately I find myself looking at clean but wrinkled shirts and thinking "I should iron that", so we'll see how that goes. Maybe I am embarking on an exciting new era.

So really, anything but war-chester-shire.

Connie, that's weird and kinda gross. Random old afghan.

If I absolutely have to iron something, I'll put a towel on the dryer instead of getting the ironing board out. I hate ironing.

Anyone else watching Nik Wallenda about to walk between the Chicago skyscrapers?

So really, anything but war-chester-shire.

The people bothering me are just saying war-chester. Dropping the shire entirely! I don't understand.