This morning, I wrote out a list of chores on a Post-it note, listing Tie o’ the Day’s assignments. Tie got started early, and began doing some much-needed ironing for the household. Good Tie!
When I was a wee sprite, one day while Mom was at work at the Delmart, I decided to learn to iron. Unfortunately, I began my ironing education by attempting to iron my swimming suit. Guess who melted her swimming suit? And then I tried to hide the iron-shaped, melted spot by secretly letting it go for a spin in the washer, putting in gallons of Tide. Foam escaped the washer lid, so I used every towel in the house to sop it up. Of course, the washer venture wasn’t successful in restoring my swimsuit.
My thinker then decided that because there were heavy-duty chemicals in the city pool (the old outdoor pool), going for a swim session in my melted garb would surely put the swimsuit back into its original state. No luck with that either. Alas, I had to confess my well-meaning misstep to my mother. Fortunately for me, she thought it was a funny story. Whew! I never ironed in that house again. Nor did I do any laundry. Mom’s heart was gladdened about all that. 😇