May I note that I left the house at 9:30 to go to the library and the grocery store. He told me he would be gone before I returned - that he had to leave the house at 10:30.
I got back at 10:39.
He hadn't even taken a shower yet.
What was he doing in that 69 minutes? Why couldn't he have ironed and made a sandwich?
I am starting to hate politics.
So he asked me to iron his shirt for tonight and hey as long as I have the iron out, would I iron another shirt?
Need I remind you what a disaster ensued the last time I ironed a man's shirts?