Toto, we're not in the Valley anymore
Sep. 24th, 2004 07:55 amI have a presentation to give today, which means I must wear "professional dress". Some of my classmates interpret that as "skirt and heels". No way. How about "Clunky San Francisco stylish shoes, black slacks, and a button shirt".
(Some of my classmates wear bows in their hair, too. You would be able to tag one of those only on my dead body. Should you decide to try it, make sure I'm completely cold first. ;-)
In any case... I opened my closet door this morning and discovered.... three un-ironed white button shirts. Surely to God, I do not have to iron to go to school today. Aha, wrinkle releaser was invented for this.
Quick trip to the store.... hit the laundry aisle...
Damn! Stupid blue collar neighborhood. There are seventeen kinds of starch (spray and non-spray), ten kinds of stain remover, and NO WRINKLE RELEASER. Sheesh, people!
I finally settled for dryer sheets that promise to mimic dry cleaning and leave you with little or no ironing to do. (I'll take the "No ironing" option, please. ;-)
(Some of my classmates wear bows in their hair, too. You would be able to tag one of those only on my dead body. Should you decide to try it, make sure I'm completely cold first. ;-)
In any case... I opened my closet door this morning and discovered.... three un-ironed white button shirts. Surely to God, I do not have to iron to go to school today. Aha, wrinkle releaser was invented for this.
Quick trip to the store.... hit the laundry aisle...
Damn! Stupid blue collar neighborhood. There are seventeen kinds of starch (spray and non-spray), ten kinds of stain remover, and NO WRINKLE RELEASER. Sheesh, people!
I finally settled for dryer sheets that promise to mimic dry cleaning and leave you with little or no ironing to do. (I'll take the "No ironing" option, please. ;-)