AUTHOR: Marty, a.k.a. canape TITLE: Starchman DATE: 8/13/2007 09:40:00 AM ----- BODY:
Guy likes to have his work clothes done at the laundry down the street. The shirts are pretty cheap if you take six or more at a time, and they certainly do a better job than I could. It is about $1.20 something a shirt, and considering it would take me around 30 minutes to press and starch said shirt, I think that is a bargain.

The pants, though, not so much. I finally asked on Friday exactly how much the pants were a pair. She said it was $3.90 a pair. Yikes! That is way too much money to be spending on laundry!

I told Guy I wanted to start doing his pants myself and just taking his shirts. He raised one eyebrow at me, wondering if he had ever seen me pick up an iron, and I reminded him that before home renovation hell, I used to press the sheets and pillowcases for crying out loud. I just can't do dress shirts very well. I can press a pair of pants, thank you.

He hadn't actually agreed to this arrangement yet. He also thinks I should have less to do while I'm pregnant. I've tried explaining that if I do any less, I will die of boredom. Not having a kitchen has been torture, and left me making up stuff to do around the house. Getting to press his pants will probably be fun in reality.

This morning, he was in the bedroom getting dressed while I was putting in my contacts and getting ready to take Lovely to school. He lets out a big gufawing laugh, and comes in with a pair of pants that they have obviously heavy starched instead of lightly starched.

He sets them upright on the floor. They stand on their own. He tries to put them on, but they won't bend. Sprawled across the bed, he finally gets them on and proceeds to separate all the pockets while I lean down and pull them apart at the ankles.

As he walked across the room without being able to bend his legs, he decided it might be okay for me to launder and press his pants at home after all.

I just wonder how he got in that tiny car of his with his legs sticking straight out in front of him. That's something I would have liked to have seen.

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----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous gail DATE:Monday, August 13, 2007 at 10:44:00 AM EDT Now that's a mental image. ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Candygirlflies DATE:Monday, August 13, 2007 at 12:17:00 PM EDT Good thing he doesn't send his underwear to the cleaners, too... ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Perugini DATE:Monday, August 13, 2007 at 1:09:00 PM EDT LOL

I do my hubby's laundry, especially now since the hotel he used to stay at every week (until recently) has LOST his clothes TWICE.

I iron his clothes for Monday, and pack the rest and he has to iron 3 more days of clothes in his hotel.

And be careful ironing with a preggo tummy - I accidentally burned my tummy TWICE while ironing preggo. It's hard to SEE! lol

xoxo ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Paige Jennifer DATE:Monday, August 13, 2007 at 1:46:00 PM EDT Oh please. My mother sent me off to college with an iron. Four years later, with degree in hand, I returned the iron to my mom. It was still sealed in the original box. ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Jenn DATE:Monday, August 13, 2007 at 1:49:00 PM EDT His putting on his pants process sounds like me, about once a month, trying to make my pants fit.

I think they might call it "nesting"; your desire to iron and such. :) ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Clifford DATE:Monday, August 13, 2007 at 2:10:00 PM EDT Of course. The cleaners knew he was trying to cheat on them. With his wife, even.

As a military member who has searched far and wide for a quality cleaners franchise in every town he's been in, trust me on this. You don't want to mess with a good cleaners. It's just bad for all involved. They could start turning staples inside instead of outside, putting extra-extra starch on the collars, you name it. It's like the mafia with those people. ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Redneck Mommy DATE:Monday, August 13, 2007 at 2:29:00 PM EDT I can totally picture that image!

LOL.

Wanna come do my laundry for me...I hate doing it and out in the sticks I don't have a choice...no one to do it for me...

(It's a sad story...) ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Debbie, i obsess DATE:Monday, August 13, 2007 at 3:43:00 PM EDT okay, that's completely hilarious.

laughing is so good. thank you, babe. :) ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous slackermommy DATE:Monday, August 13, 2007 at 4:08:00 PM EDT OMG, that's too funny! ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Mamma DATE:Monday, August 13, 2007 at 5:27:00 PM EDT All I'm saying is I'd have to be VERY bored to even think about ironing.

Though if I'm honest, I'd love to be that bored. ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous slouchy DATE:Monday, August 13, 2007 at 7:36:00 PM EDT Thanks for the laugh. What an image -- his pants standing up on their own! ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Liz DATE:Monday, August 13, 2007 at 8:16:00 PM EDT that's pretty funny.

Me? I'd let him go and argue with the laundry. I can't remember the last time I actually ironed something. And you? You ironed SHEETS? ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Bananas DATE:Tuesday, August 14, 2007 at 1:39:00 AM EDT This just proves that you're a WAY better woman than I am. I don't care HOW bored I am, I will NEVER volunteer to do my husband's laundry!! ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:Anonymous Bubblewench DATE:Tuesday, August 14, 2007 at 6:43:00 AM EDT oh too funny! That image of the pants just standing there mocking him.... ----- --------