This weekend marked a monumental turning point in our marriage. No it was not an anniversary of any kind, and no we are definitely not having kids. But, the secret is out.
As most of you know, Brad was a bachelor living in NYC prior to us getting married. As most bachelors and city folk do, Brad took everything to the dry cleaners. So naturally when we got married the trend continued (except that he used to take ALL his laundry to the dry cleaners). Now I grew up in a home where I got paid 10 cents (I think I got a raise to 25 cents at one point in time) for each item I ironed from my parents. Yes you Dept of Child Services, I was forced into manual labor and I did call you several times but to no avail! Having had a lifetime of ironing, I decided to let Brad remain thinking that there was no other way to clean button ups and "work clothes" but that they can only be dry cleaned.
Alas, this weekend the truth came out.
Brad: "I have these no-iron shirts, I wonder if we {obviously it should just say you right here} can just wash them and then hang them up after the dryer?"
Lauren: "Hmmmm... {thinking - crap he's figuring things out} I suppose that can work, but just because it says they are no iron doesn't mean you wont have to iron them at all"
Brad: "Oh well, we have an iron so we can just wash them and iron them if we need to."
Lauren: "Our iron is broken."
Brad: "Oh, well maybe we should get a new one."
Lauren: "Good irons are awfully expensive."
Brad: "Oh well we will try it and see how it goes."
Well, it worked {obviously} and we will no longer be frequenting the dry cleaners. :(
I guess I can be grateful for 13 months of being iron-free.
Love,
Lauren
7 comments:
...so I am just seeing this side of the story for the first time. I was confused when you said that the iron didn't work considering you have been using it for two weeks straight on your sewing! The good thing about this post is that I found out your going rate is 10 cents a shirt!
You sneaky wife you. What an awful life you will now have to live. Poor girl! No really though, that sucks. I hate ironing, that's why i married a doctor so he could wear scrubs all the time. :)If only he did! Love ya and really miss you.
You lazy, lazy butt. All that money spent at the dry cleaners.
You are too funny Lauren.
Lauren, that's too funny! After 13 years of marriage, I finally learned, last week, how to turn on the BBQ grill.
I had been avoiding it because if I don't know how to turn the thing on, how could I possibly be responsible for cooking anything on it???
Well look who it is! Back to blogging!This pleases me very much.
please keep blogging.
great story.
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