Donna Reed would slap my face

Me: What are you doing?

Alex: Ironing my jeans.

:::Blank stare:::

Alex: I didn’t dry them. They’re wrinkly.

:::Blank stare:::

(Insert awkward silence as I watch Alex actually iron his jeans. Like, for real.)

Me: Why would you ever do something like that? I don’t understand.

Alex: I know.

Me: That’s not something I would ever do.

Alex: I know. I love you anyway.


Emily is an ex-teacher, ex-obituary writer, and ex-yuppie. She is self-employed as a writer and she's addicted to poetry. Read more at her blog, Our Daily Tales.


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