Someone gave us an iron for our wedding. Every few years, I need to use it for a craft project or something, and it always takes me awhile to locate it. I don't think I've ever ironed clothes with it.
Noah has been receiving little iron-on stars from his basketball games. I notice most of the other kids on the team have them ironed on their shirts. I've been keeping Noah's in a pile until I have time to search for the iron. Tonight I found it, set it on the kitchen table, plugged it in, and then the doorbell rang. I thought, "Whoever is at the door is going to think I'm ironing! They're going to believe that I iron on a regular basis!" It was a proud moment.
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