Unlike other students visiting my mother means I have to wash my own jeans
Well my work is progressing fairly well at the moment. I was up until 3.30am last night working, which was just as well as I only really started proper at 7pm. Seems I am becoming quite the night owl, much like young Kendrick. I have already done 3 hours work today with the evening still ahead of me!
Today I have also washed my jeans. I shouldn't have had to wash them but my Mother had broken them. While I was last back at home Mum kindly washed them for me. Unfortunately neither of my parents do denim as they are usually about 40 years behind current fashion trends (this at the moment equates to flowery dresses (for my mum) and slightly flared trousers from a charity shop (for my dad)). This coupled with my Mother's ironing addiction means that not only did she iron my jeans (I discovered long ago that if you are careful drying things you don't need to own an iron) but she put a crease down the front of each leg. Trust me it looks very wrong.
Now I could have just re-iron it out, but I am very wary of using the iron when my female housemates are not in the house as I am frighten it might "disrespect me". So that is why I have spent the day re washing them.
Story over.
Today I have also washed my jeans. I shouldn't have had to wash them but my Mother had broken them. While I was last back at home Mum kindly washed them for me. Unfortunately neither of my parents do denim as they are usually about 40 years behind current fashion trends (this at the moment equates to flowery dresses (for my mum) and slightly flared trousers from a charity shop (for my dad)). This coupled with my Mother's ironing addiction means that not only did she iron my jeans (I discovered long ago that if you are careful drying things you don't need to own an iron) but she put a crease down the front of each leg. Trust me it looks very wrong.
Now I could have just re-iron it out, but I am very wary of using the iron when my female housemates are not in the house as I am frighten it might "disrespect me". So that is why I have spent the day re washing them.
Story over.
posted by Nurton at 4:26 am
3 Comments:
At least she stopped before she ironed your Speedo. Or, like my mom, tried to iron out the wrinkles in your relationship.
I need to get out more.
I think back to my mum offering to iron my SOCKS, which is brilliant. Also slighly deeper, more repressed memories of my mum wanting to put labels in my socks ("in case somebody steals them, of course!!!"). I think she put too much value on socks.
Socks.
Socks. Socks. Socks. Socks. Socks. Socks. Socks. Socks. Socks. Socks. Socks. Socks. Socks. Socks. Socks.
It's stopped making any sense now so I'll socks ^z stop.
O'yeah my mum used to iron my socks AND put labels with first, middle and last names on my football socks. Great times!
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