The cat put her life in jeopardy yesterday. During the night, she knocked a drawing I was working on onto the floor and bent the paper. I didn't know if I could save it or not.
I got out the ironing board and iron, and ironed the back side of the drawing. As colored pencils have a wax base, I didn't know if it would work or not, but I think I have salvaged the drawing.
I KNEW there was a reason I saved the ironing board and iron. Haven't used them for two years at least.


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Some of my Facebook friends are little weird, and I don't understand them. Here is something one of them posted recently:
My mother, as a hen, was killed by an opossum last night. In the reincarnation world.
I don't get it.
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