Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Saturday Aug 11 I iron Primo's shirts

Before Primo left this morning to do doors for a friend running in Tuesday's primary, he asked me to iron the shirt he wanted to wear to tonight's fundraiser. He also asked me to make him a sandwich.

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?


  1. Just read about Gomez. Please tell me that before you left Paris you managed to use your ironing PhD to maximum effect and that he is now resting at the bottom of the Seine in his fancy jacket. He'd be using you as a footstool by now! Remind Primo of your Ninja-like prowess weeth ze iron!

    1. If only I had had the guts. Can you say, "Pathetic?" Oh, how we (or I) can delusion ourselves.