Oh, Lord. I've done it again. I left my flat iron on ALL DAY. Josh doesn't know. I always happen to discover it when we're both standing in the bathroom (at the sink, not the toilet, mind you) - every time. It starts with a smell. I think, "What's that hot, electric smell?" Then my eye wanders to the flat iron to see if the little red light is glowing. OH CRAP. I wait til he's brushing his teeth or swishing Listerine or plucking his unibrow (really) and then I slyly slide my hand over to the flat iron and flick the switch from on to off. Now, I try to convince myself that hair salons leave their irons on all day because they use them client after client. But theirs isn't usually sitting on the faux marble counter and causing a yellow "burn" stain thingy in the very V shape of the iron parts. Why is it that every time this happens it's lying on its side and not up where the ceramic is far from the counter surface? Ok, it's only happened three times but if Josh knew about any of them - he would make it out to be like the house had already burned down and our children would be without food and clothing and all we would have is our car to sleep in and the clothes on our backs.
But then where would I plug in my flat iron?
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