Starch and Campfires

Happy Easter!

This Easter has not been all that happy, but it is memorable. I lost an ex-sister-in law and friend last night. RIP Nanc, your struggles are over. Thanks for reading and laughing with me.


Following the lead of Boy Twin, I would like to announce Your Daily Fiber will be expanding and will become Your Daily Fiber and Snacks.

This week I caught Boy Twin dragging out the ironing board. I found this extremely weird due to the fact I have never seen him iron ANYTHING in his life. Hey, come to think of it, I've never seen me iron anything, either. Stay with me folks. I'll get back to Boy Twin in a minute, but this is a time to talk about ME!

My mother insisted she iron all of mine and my brothers clothes. I guess it wasn't the ironing that was the problem, it was the starch. Mom soaked our jeans and shirts in some kind of blue liquid she called starch. After soaking our clothes she would iron them. Our clothes were as stiff as a piece of wood.

When Elaine and I were married. Elaine tried to iron my clothes.

Me: Hey what are you doing?

Elaine: Your shirt has wrinkles, I'm ironing your shirt.