It rained. I bought an iron.
When I moved to Virginia, I was told that Blacksburg doesn't get much rain. They said "The clouds sit over top of us a lot, but they move on." Apparently this does not apply to approaching tropical storms. We got five days of near-constant rain, ranging from drizzle to downpour. I thought it was rather ironic that the crew team picked this week to set up on the drillfield. It looked like they were preparing for 40 days and nights. I guess if there was another flood, the drillfield would be where it starts.
My mom (who, incidentally, rocks all day and night) bought me an iron the day before graduation from Cobleskill, because she wanted to make sure I wasn't wrinkly. Mothers, for some reason, busy themselves with what seem to be the most trivial things. In any case, I brought this iron to Indiana over the summer because I thought we might need it. Steve did end up needing it, and I ironed all his shirts for him for work. When I left Indiana it was sitting in his closet, and that's probably where it is now.
897I went to Wal Mart and bought this iron. I chose this one of the myriad irons available because it is the iron I remember from my childhood. It's "The Classic." Now that I have this my clothes can be smooth and wrinkle free. I feel so mature and grown up.