I was ironing clothes today. I get really, really sentimental when I iron my daughter's clothes. It's probably because I know she won't be wearing them for much longer. She'll outgrow them, outgrow this house, outgrow my advice. I had her when I was so old that I'll probably never get to see her as an old lady. I bet she'll be beautiful, like an Eartha Kitt or Katherine Hepburn.
It started out and ended up a nice day.
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