Sneaky sneaky

it's cleanup saturday at the plazos, and while ironing marlon's polos i had the following epiphany.

now that i'm in charge of ironing in this household, i hold the power to banish the polo shirts that i've always hated! since marlon makes a beeline for the ironed polos every morning, the answer is simple. i'll just never iron them! mooooahahahaha!

of course this could totally backfire. then my husband will not only wear icky polos to work, but he'll wear wrinkled icky polos to work.

still, worth a try.

incidentally, i ran out of cds to play while ironing, and turned to the stash i grabbed from chris ong when he moved to the states. i wonder how my conservative chinese neighbors are liking the creepy atonal scandinavian contemporary choral music.