I love ironing. My attention becomes balanced between the task at hand and my emotions, allowing me to think more clearly. And my clothes look better :)
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2 comments:
Smartz, I thought your post said, Irony as Therapy. I was going to agree. Now, ironing is something else, as Tillie Olsen can tell you...
Irony. One of my favorite words! Miss you! Sounds like you are having a great trip. I'm envious (isn't that a nicer feeling than jealousy?)
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