Well...it's official

I am boring. I've seen it coming for a while now and this week I officially crossed the line into Dullsville.

My iron died a couple weeks ago, so I purchased an El Cheapo brand at my favorite local people-watching establishment (WalMart). I thought it was kind of cool...it had a retractable cord. I mean, how much more do you require of an iron? It gets hot...it makes steam...wrinkles disappear.

Well, I discovered that I needed to add "it doesn't drip" onto my list of requirements. The cheapie iron dripped all over the place. So I took it back. I figured I would walk back to the 'aisle of torture ' (that's where you find the irons) and pick up one of El Cheapo's cousins.

I made my way down the row of irons, starting at the cheapest end. Then I saw it. A beam of light straight from Heaven penetrated the roof of the store and lit up the opposite end of the row (of course). I was inexplicably drawn, saliva dribbling from the corner of my mouth, to "The Shark".
I'm not making this up...that's what it's really called. Rubber feet, auto-shutoff, stainless steel soleplate, anti-calcium, self-cleaning, rubber grip handle. Not to mention the really cool blue color - which is the important part, right?

Who cares how much it cost? I was hooked.

After dinner that evening, we popped in a dvd and I set up the ironing board. I had to try this puppy out.

Pretty sad, actually. In the middle of a good movie, wiping my sweat-covered brow, I exclaimed (out loud), "I'm in love!!"

Doug looked back at me like I was a lunatic.