[Here’s a repeat of a teeny post from 2017. Thanks for your patience, folks, while I get my manic brain settled back into its writing gear. Note to self: Quit being bipolar!]
So I walk into the kitchen this morning—still half-asleep—to fill my mini-keg with ice and Diet Coke. And whoa! I see this surfboard that Bow Tie o’ the Day dragged home from a night on the town. Bow Tie informed me this is not, in fact, a surfboard. It’s a product called an ironing board. I have no earthly idea what you do with one of these. Bow Tie tried to explain its function, but it all sounded like a bunch o’ blah, blah, blah to me. I guess I’ll have to YouTube it.