Whoa! Didja get the numbers off that truck?!?
November 14, 2005 - 6:34 a.m.
Monday
This was a one day weekend for me, 13 hours at the salt mines on Saturday. But, it was mostly babysitting instruments.
I once knew a girl who was attracted to me; one of my apparently endearing characteristics was the fact that I knew how to iron a shirt. Sometimes it takes so little to impress someone. Neatly pressed shirts can only carry one so far. She's a distant memory, I can still iron a shirt. This morning in fact.
There's something about the look of a pressed shirt. Organized. Sharp collar. I think it's elements of my dad coming through. Before the advent of permanent press fabric, the cleaner pressed his shirts. They would arrive with little white paper bands holding them in place.
Current Terr Alert Level
OMG, She's agonna blow!
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