My daughter had her trombone home over the weekend because of her Jazz recital on Saturday. The agreement is that when she brings home her instrument and PRACTICES it, I will drive her to school the next morning. So this morning I showered and got dressed to drive her to school.
Well, I am out of clean t-shirts again, so I grabbed a cotton button-down to wear but it was all wrinkly. Fully dressed except for my shirt, I came downstairs and popped it in the dryer to dewrinkle for a few minutes. (This also serves the function of warming up my shirt before I put it on.) Then I sat in my favorite chair in the living room to wait for the dryer.
"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" asked my teenager.
I had JUST walked into the laundry room with it and started the dryer!
"It is wrinkly and I just...." I paused and changed my mind about what I was going to say, "Maybe I decided not to wear a shirt today."
"In -20 degree weather?" (She was including the wind chill.)
"This is my new Amazon outfit," I declared. "Either that or my shirt is in the dryer dewrinkling."
My daughter momentarily wrinkled her nose. "I don't like your new Amazon outfit."
"You only don't like it because I don't have a gold bra!"
Tightened lips, squinted eyes and my teenager turned back to getting ready for school.
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