The Infamous Iron Story

Tonight I heard a dragging noise outside in the front yard. It sounded a lot like a garbage barrel being dragged over pavement. I called to Dane, hoping maybe it was him moving his bike. It wasn't. He was in the living room. To make a long story short, Jen went out (in a towel) because she is far more brave than myself, Dane or Shayna. She didn't find anything. When Scott got home, he too checked and found nothing. I don't buy that it was nothing, but sadly I can't identify who was trespassing, so I will let it go for now.

Anyway... I posted on Facebook saying "Nothing like the scare of an intruder to get your heart pumpin'!" and laughed right out loud at my friend Holly's response: "you could grab an iron and steam em' to death.......lol!"

I can't believe she remembered the story from 1989 when my Mom, Gary, my brothers and I went to my Dads condo in Haverhill. As we entered through the lower level, things seemed out of place. My Mom was always a little skittish and got us all worked up that maybe there was an intruder. We stood crowded next to the washer and dryer trying to devise a plan of entry into the house and how we might respond to confronting someone. My Mom grabbed the iron and said "Let's go!" and then came Gary's infamous response "What are we gonna do? Steam him to death?"

Isn't it funny the little things that stay with you?