Hostage situation in progress

Under normal circumstances I am totally one to avoid ironing anything.

However, over the last two weeks I have found myself with a dilemma.

The trusty old iron, which in fact was a relatively “new” trusty old iron, bit the dust.

Now with you know who DD and you know what her recovery from major surgery. I haven’t had time to make the trip to the trusty Wal-Mart to replace said broken iron.

If I was a diligent, good homemaker I would heed the buzzer on the dryer and immediately make hast to place all said clothing on hangers so as not to be wrinkled.

However, who ever said that I was a good homemaker, not me.

This morning as I was kicking through the pile of worn jeans on the floor of my closet and searching for a shirt to wear in my closet I realized that alas I was going to have to go in search of a clean one.

Tragically I have been forced to endure another day of captivity due to a malfunctioning or poorly engendered electrical appliance. Its failure to work properly has now imprisoned me in my home yet again. You see I am too embarrassed to venture out into the light of day looking like I slept in my cloths.

I obviously am not too embarrassed to share the disgraceful state of my laundry pile with all of you.

Blessings

Robin A.K.A embarrassed and being held hostage by my broken iron!