Tuesday, June 17th - 2008
Yesterday I played, today I worked. To be more specific, I ironed. Back in April, Brian went to Switzerland. After he came home I noticed our closet had a funky smell in it. It smelled like fuel. He brought back the smell of airline fuel with him. So, we took his suits to be dry cleaned and I washed everything he brought with him. We ended up throwing out the suitcase he used because it had gotten a huge rip in it during the trip. Still, the closet smelled. I tried all kinds of sprays (oust, febreeze, whatever) to get the smell out. It did not work. Here it was 2 months later and our entire closet still smells. So, I took everything out of the closet, and washed it. It took forever! I am now in the process of putting everything back. The bad thing about washing everything at the same time is that there is a TON of ironing to do. I ironed for hours today and I hardly made a dent. At least the closet doesn't smell anymore.
5 comments:
What a pain in the bootie! The ironing, of course, not the fuel smelling hubby.
Ironing is the WORST chore. Worse than toliets. Because you can never get all the wrinkles out.
I HATE ironing. It has to be pretty wrinkled before I decide to iron something.
I never iron! I have a lot of people at work tease me because my scrubs are always wrinkled, but come on I don't even iron regular clothes, like I am going to iron scrubs
I don't usually Iron this much, but Brian has a lot of work shirts that do need to be ironed. I rarely Iron anything for me.
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