Monday, August 10, 2009


So as a rule ironing is not my favorite nor my most often completed chore. I won't tell you how many years it has been since I have seen the bottom of the ironing basket. Yes, I said years. Ironing is one step bellow dusting. I know, where did my mother go wrong?! :) (Honestly, it wouldn't have been bad if a few more of her housekeeping skills had rubbed off and stuck.)

Anyhow, I was folding laundry yesterday and I came upon several articles of clothing that needed to go to the ironing basket. I looked over at my husband and said, "Don't you know that once I iron something you are not to wear it? It is merely to hang in our closet as eye candy! You know, so the closet looks good and shows off my good wifery skills?"

Sheesh! Do I have to tell him everything? :)

Good sport that he is he gives me a few days notice (usually) when he needs something ironed for work. He knows where I am weak. We have an understanding.

So, the time draws near where I need to put on a good movie, set up the ironing board, turn that iron on and get busy! But it won't be tonight... :)


Margie said...

You and I are in the same boat. I got through my pile just before my in-laws came. Now the pile is growing again.

Becca L. said...

oh, Jess, it's just another reason I adore you! You crack me up!

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