In Which I Introduce a New Olympic Sport
Drunken Ironing.
I’m currently accepting proposals for sponsorships now. Act fast!
Also, if anyone needs anything ironed, I can take care of that for you. I am a freaking domestic demi-god over here at this point.
OK, truthfully, I may have cut my finger quite badly opening the ironing board earlier and I may have burned one or more of my other fingers this evening, but by Zoraster, I’m going to be ready for the summer games in London in 2012, if that stupid committee ever gets off their duffs and accepts my proposal.
THIS IS HOW CHAMPIONS ARE MADE!
THROUGH PAIN AND TOIL AND BLACK OUT BINGE DRINKING WHILE ALONE.
Anyway, the bourbon seems to have taken care of most of the pain for now and I’m going to be a dapper SOB next week, people.
