Wednesday, October 24, 2007

starch it

Michelle tried to help me iron my shirt this morning and sprayed way too much starch on it.


Blogger Michelle White Illustration said...

heheh... nothing like a little starch to brighten the day.. or straighten your posture

10:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks; you brought back terrible memories that I've been trying to suppress.
When I was a little boy, everything was heavily starched - shirts, casual pants, like khakis, linen, AND underwear! No, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you.
My shirts were so stiff, I could literally hold my arms out, imitating a pre-pubescent Christ-on-a-cross, and the starch wouldn't crack.
I can still remember losing many battles that I had, trying to tuck those shirts into my pants, only to have the other side balloon out. Skinny little me would hobble around looking like the Michelin doll.
There were times that I would get so frustrated that I would burst into tears.
I'm assuming that Michelle used spray starch that, according to my mother, was the lazy woman's way of doing things. If the starch wasn't boiled on the stove - it wasn't starch.
I hope Michelle doesn't read this; you may walk in the door to a bubbling cauldron of the stuff, and Banjo and the cats hiding under the bed.
Good Luck!


10:21 AM  
Blogger Michelle White Illustration said...

what?! Ramon.. how old are you?
your mom made starch on the stove?

10:34 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Don't GO there Grrlfren.......


1:10 PM  
Blogger pork luck said...

ahahahhha... well, i doubt michelle will start using the cooked starch method.. she cant follow a recipe.

2:15 PM  
Blogger Michelle White Illustration said...

hey now!! wait one minute...
i make fine jello

2:17 PM  
Blogger jamamay said...


3:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, but chicken McNugetts suspended in Jell-O is kinda creepy, Michelle.


5:24 PM  
Blogger Michelle White Illustration said...

this thread is too confusing for me

7:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

OK Michelle, let's break it down.
You put so much starch in poor Sarah's shirt, that she was walking around all day like she was sandwiched between one of those "Eat at Joe's" signs.
Personally, I've never sat down to one of your famous Jell-O soup, Jell-O tartare, Jell-O entree, and Jell-O dessert four course banquets.
See? No starches served.
They're saved for the ironing!


8:25 PM  
Blogger Michelle White Illustration said...

bhahahahhaha! clear as a bell!

8:44 PM  

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