I Hate Ironing

I’ve only agreed to iron a shirt for my husband twice in my life. Once was the day before we got married, for our rehearsal dinner. That one I did, as pictured above.

The other was the day I went into labor with our second child. That shirt I didn’t iron. I told him I had more pressing things to do.

For more on this topic, see this post.

What will you do to get out of ironing?


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