....then you can view it, manipulate it, remove someone, change it from color to black and white, print it, send it it a blip if a second...
And yet...we still have to iron shirts.
No body, no shape, no starch.
One would think the great minds of the world would be able to make a shirt that actually had shape, form AND function..huh?
I guess then I'd have nothing to wish on that first star I see at night..
"star light, star bright, make a shirt I don't have to iron tonight.."
So, while my Mother-in-Law is in California visiting Mr. B 2.0, I am ironing. ( she says she LIKES to iron...and so, in an unselfish act on my part...ahem...I let her iron Mr. B's shirts...)
Not so bad really. The ironing part..Mr. B 2.0's not so bad either. Or California.
Right hand on iron..left hand on forhead...uh...wha??
Gotta work on that one..
I can't wait until Spring so I can have the girls over for a summer brunch outside, with the old ironing boards used as buffet tables! (I totally lifted that idea from MaryJane's Farm magazine!)
OK, so have a good begging of the week...and middle ...and before you know it, it'll be the week-end again!
Happy ironing! Yeah...right.