I just spent the better half of the last hour ironing baby clothes. I decided to call in "sick" today as I was short on sleep.
Before the lady-wife left for work, she pointed to two large baskets filled with clothes in the living room and said menacingly, " Since you like ironing (yes, I do) I want all those clothes ironed when I come back!"
I meekly squeaked, "Jawhol Herr General!"and before even I had time to give the Nazi salute she was off.
I sent THE WIFE an e-mail after I'd ironed a few clothes (especially Octavio's pyjamas, as I was ironing I said to myself, "Who's going to see the ironed pyjamas apart from us? Do these REALLY need ironing?") Need I iron Octavio's clothes. I see no point when I could rather spend the time more productive reading books.
There is no response yet as it has fallen into that great e-mail hole.
Meanwhile, while waiting for the response, I just finished ironing all the baby clothes.
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