Damn! And it ain't even plugged in!
Avram, I'm just that good.
I'm a boxer-brief man myself.
As you may well know from your extensive background research on me, my old wrestling name was "Mr. Intensity", so when we eventually face off in a steel cage match that'll be .. that'll be something.
Also, you're very much one of those people who if they tell me they're going to do something, I believe them. So if you tell me you're going to iron the hell out of something (plugged in or not) I'm going to say, "I believe that you will."Same deal if you told me, "I think I'm going to build a rocketship."
I kind of want to go iron every thing I own after seeing that drawing.
I ironed the hell out of a shirt once. I...I can't wear it anymore.On an un-ironing-related note...mine and Ashley's "friendship slain" mugs came in today and they're awesome. Ashley suggested you make an IronHide Tom beer stein.
You know when my favorit time to iron is? My first night in a hotel. It's a peaceful moment of domesticity in the midst of hectic you're-just-a-reservation-number transience. The fact that I get reasonably pressed shirts out of it is a minor consideration. In fact, anyone who knows me knows I don't exactly shy away from "rumpled." It's all about the meditation.And, man, after the week I've had, I just may go home and iron the drapes. And the sheets, and towels, the deck chairs, and, if they're not fast enough, the cats. The end of this semester can't come quickly enough!Shane,Wow! I'd love to see what they look like. How's the quality of the printing? You wanna bring it to Otherlands this weekend?
To the felines: Boo! Odin! Take cover! Especially you, Boo, as you're the more rumpled of the two.To the husband: happy end-of-yicky-week, love. Living well is the best revenge.Feel free to let my ever-crinkled shirts get caught up in the ironing frenzy.
Bored look at this!
Joel, I will bring my mug to Otherlands this weekend and I'll also be consuming all my otherlands beverages from it.One of them is great and the other is still great, but it looks like the printer was running low on ink. Ashley took the bullet and let me have the swanker of the two.um...see you tomorrow. What time?
Mr. Excitement is dead.
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