It is official. I can’t be around hot things. I tried to iron the other day and burned my hand. Not severely, but enough. Apparently there are adult things, such as being around items that are potentially hot, that are not in my repertoire. Although this leads to me what I already knew was true… I should not be ironing or really doing any type of domestic activity. It’s just not natural for me. Therefore, this is not an excuse for being a poor cook and having an extremely messy apartment (I’m talking like teenage girl messy), but more of just a natural defect, that can’t be helped.
Oh, I feel so much better getting that off my chest. So, who’s ironing for me?
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