I get that nagging doubt about forgetting something sometimes too. Think, think, and think. Oh well, what -cha gonna, what-cha gonna, do with that dessert?
Alrighty, let’s go. Linda writes and I copy paste … Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “iron(y).” Use “iron,” use “irony,” or use both. Use them any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Have fun! HERE are the rules and ping back if you’d like to join in.
Home work! Irony is …. Isn’t it ironic, don’t cha think … it’s like raaaaainnnn on your wedding day. Move on over Alanis. I’ve got no time for this. The clock is ticking and bonus points are at stake.
Is irony like the cobbler’s children who have no shoes? Yep! it sure is!! Or a plumber’s whose pipes in his own home leaks. I have too many irons in the fire and need to land this plane.
I don’t like to iron and I never was very good at it. In fact, I only buy clothes that don’t require ironing and since the pandemic, I basically wear t-shirts with knit gym shorts in the summer or joggers when it’s colder. Definitely no iron needed. My mom though was a champ. G-ma taught her to iron. G-ma was uber strict from what I was told. They took in pieces to iron to make ends meet. Hard, hot, & sweaty work for very little income. But something was better than nothing.
Bloodwork today for Lulu and then whatever / wherever the wind blows us. I’ve got a hankering for pork fried rice. Think that’ll be my lunch.
As always, more to come.