To sell ones soul

In a few hours I am leaving on a jet plane to San Francisco. I am excited and very ready for this. But there is a downside. One of the shirts I was going to wear, as a matter of fact one of my favorite shirts. It's now ruined. My future wife is one that wants to be helpful. To the point that she will bug and nag about something. Even if you tell her no and that isn't what you want. She wants to prove that she is helpful and knows what is best. Well, my best silk shirt now has a hole in it from where she burned it. It didn't take much just touching the iron to the silk and good buy shirt. It's funny but this is a shirt that she loved me in also. Oh well I guess I am going to have to go and find another shirt to wear. A shirt that doesn't scream hey you give me a job. OK so I'm off to go and sell my soul and body for a paycheck wish me luck.