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Originally posted by Donut:
I agree with the others here (sorry Cloudy). The iron is the one constant in my life. Family and friends can come and go but the iron is always there for me.
Every Sunday night I turn to the iron and ask 'wanna work out?' Then I start, first the front, then the back, then the sleeves and finally the collar. Seven shirts to last the week.
I only ever had one argument with the iron and that was when some idiot phoned me while I was ironing. My ear was very badly burnt. But MAN, that iron was HOT!!!!
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Oh what the heck, MARRY ME, DONUT! [img]graemlins/laugh2.gif[/img]
You are truly scaring me, my delightful brekkie dish... that theme hit my warped little mind on impact with the word 'iron'. *giggle*
Sigh.. you simply must marry me now, you know. We think along the same lines....and you... do IRONING! [img]graemlins/wow.gif[/img]
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