The first time I saw Austin plug in his hair straightener and apply it to his shirt collar, I was shocked. Now very little shocks me about my husband.
Austin & I are going to see a show this afternoon. Fresh from a shower, hair a frizzy mess, he plugs the
hair straightener in. And nothing. He taps the surface, unplugs,
re-plugs, taps again.
Austin: I think it’s dead.
Me: Well, harass work for the Amazon gift card you won, then we can order a new one.
Austin: It’s not like I desperately need one.
Me: But how will you iron your collars now?
Austin: I won’t. I’ll just go around looking stupid.
Me: Ironed collars don’t affect that.
Austin: Ooohhh!
Austin: I think it’s dead.
Me: Well, harass work for the Amazon gift card you won, then we can order a new one.
Austin: It’s not like I desperately need one.
Me: But how will you iron your collars now?
Austin: I won’t. I’ll just go around looking stupid.
Me: Ironed collars don’t affect that.
Austin: Ooohhh!
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