Showing posts with label Sisters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sisters. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

I can iron this out..

Ironing is something that I view as an ongoing necessary unfun job. Hubs and I go back and forth about this subject. So, I have made the decision being as that laundry is my domain and Hubs works hard and wrinkly clothes are nasty- I have designated myself as the (unwilling) ironess (if that isn't a word, it is now!) So, I had been threatening to get this extra wide ironing board-I didn't want to spend actual money on it, but I also couldn't find one at the thrift store, so I bit the bullet (would have rather spent the money on Pandora, but, oh,well) here are pictures of my mack daddy ironing board. For the low? price of $44.97 you, too, can iron your clothes in ironing board splendor!

Where would an ironing board be without a good iron? Got this Rowenta baby at the SA for $4.99!!

(Please ignore the crooked candle in the background)

Isn't she a beauty??
 
 I thought it was funny that the ironing board cover was wrinkled, but look at the width!

Oh, the garments we will iron!

She is all powered up and ready to go! I did 7 shirts on her maiden voyage!
Now, I just have schedule my ironing every week. My sister, the Domestic Diva at work, would be so proud!


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Saturday, September 10, 2011

The Potato Peeler War...

Ahhh- sisterly love. Ain't it great? Yes, most of the time it is!! But it is times like this that make you blurt out a little chuckle. Yes, we actually had a little back and forth "observation" on of all things, a potatoe peeler. I said, "No, my potato peeler is better!" She said, "No mine is." Me- "No!!! MINE IS!" Her-"No, mine." You get the drift. I LOVE my potato peeler- which I brought to our sons' house (her 2 sons and my Baby Boy are roomies )for her to borrow. I brought it to lovingly share its awesomeness with her(I guess she doesn't let her peeler travel?). I wanted her to know what a really good potato peeler was like. I share these things. (All I have is my food and food equipment.) Well, it apparently wasn't as good as her beloved potato peeler. I couldn't believe she didn't like my little Peeler Baby. She said it "sucks". I was crushed, people. "Move over,(what are you doing wrong with my peeler?)I will peel..." Well.. my peeler did not like her cold spuds, so it had to be her fault, right? Clearly Peeler Baby doesn't do cold potatoes. I guess it was stressed out, poor thing. It is resting quite nicely in its drawer now wating for some nice room temperature potatoes to peel.


PS for the record, we have also had "discussions" on who has gotten their Pampered Chef stoneware the darkest. (It has to be ME.)


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