I had a brilliant brain moment the other day. Being a bishop's wife, I iron a lot of white shirts. On Saturday I was ironing shirts while Lily played with the dog. Suddenly I heard a loud crack and then a scream. The dog knocked Lily over and Lily smacked her head on a door frame. All I could think of was Lily. I dropped what I was doing....not a good thing when it's an iron...and sat down to comfort my baby. A few minutes later I smelled a burning/melting odor and remembered the iron. This is what I found......
Don't you love the finished product? The funny thing is, Jeremy wore the shirt on Sunday to church. He said no one would notice since he wears a suit jacket. Thank goodness he had a good sense of humor about the whole thing - and we own a few more white shirts.
Don't you love the finished product? The funny thing is, Jeremy wore the shirt on Sunday to church. He said no one would notice since he wears a suit jacket. Thank goodness he had a good sense of humor about the whole thing - and we own a few more white shirts. 
4 comments:
This is exactly why I don't iron. :)
Mike is on his own when it comes to ironing men shirts. You are such a good wife, burn marks and all : )
What a great wife and Mom you are. First you iron shirts! Then, you put everything aside for your baby. The burn mark proves it.
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