The Shark

I have a beverage warmer still in the package that I got a few years ago in a gift basket. It has set in our junk drawer ever since we moved here to this house, a year and a half ago. I have always refrained from opening it, thinking a beverage warmer way too extravagant. I know. It is a stupid beverage warmer. Like a flipping rotating tie rack. You don't need it. I think I doubted it worked for some reason, just like those who refuse to get a dishwasher because they seriously believe that it probably doesn't do a very good job.

So just now, I opened it just to see if it would work. Who else would I give it to? What else would I do with it? I may as well spoil myself. I just put a cup of coffee gone cold (ok, maybe there is only an inch of coffee left in the cup) on it to test. Hold on....let me go check. No, the cold coffee is not warm yet. Give it time, right? I guess.

I have gotten my house in decent order, except I have to clean the boys' bathroom. It is just rank 24-7. Let's not talk about it. I had so little to do today because I made no plans, I was able to talk to a couple of friends. Last night (you will keel over and die when you hear this confession) I ironed all the clothes in the closet of my own accord (that is TWICE in a month and the month isn't even over yet!) last night in my spare time. Dear Sir needed his casual Friday gear pressed (his only pair of jeans). The only thing I can tell you to explain this ironing streak (actually, phenomenon, miracle, whatever paranormal descriptive word you choose) is that we just recently got a new iron called a "shark" and it blows out steam like a locomotive and growls like a lion. I rather like it. It irons the crap out of clothes too because it gets excessively hot. I bought it at Costco and it was the best thirty or forty bucks I have spent there. If you have a shark, you will just waltz to the ironing board instead of hide from it.

And with that, enjoy your weekend. I have a few heads to smack together and some chicken to fry.