Today, looking for a way to keep myself busy enough to skip the temptation to go shopping, I decided to catch up on my ironing. Here's some evidence of my strong hatred of ironing:
1) I couldn't find the iron anywhere. After searching for about 10 minutes, I finally found it in my linen closet, stuck between the Christmas towels and my down comforter.
2) My to-be-ironed pile was so old that it contained sweaters, as well as clothes that I had last worn on my vacation in early April.
3) The clothes haven't hung for so long in my closet that the hangers have been taken over by other clothes; I'm going to need to make a trip to Bed Bath and Beyond for more hangers!
4) I started ironing after the Mets gave up their first home run in inning one, and I finished just at the start of inning 8 - about two and a half hours later.... (note: Mets losing 8-5, about to be swept by the Phillies)
5) I'm sweating like crazy (it was the first time the a/c was put on stronger than 'Speed 1'), and I have the hugest headache now. I'm in need of some serious dark chocolate.
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