Ironing

The subject of ironing has been coming up recently with various friends. Does anyone enjoy ironing??? I've gotten to be pretty good with an iron, but I don't like doing it. I am very thorough when I iron. I'm probably not the fastest and, again, I don't like to iron, but if I've got a job to do I want to do it right!

I ironed some when I was a kid, but I acquired most of my skill after I got married. My wife used to do all of my ironing. Then I made a mistake. It was a joke. I thought I was being cute! But it was a big mistake. As I mentioned, my wife used to do my ironing, but there was sort of an on-going problem with it. She sometimes started a new crease in my pants legs rather than following the old one--and then there would be two, one sharp and one rounded.

One cold December afternoon she had just finished ironing a pair of pants for me. When I looked at them I saw three creases. A cute little joke popped into my head. I said, "Gosh honey, there are so many creases in these pants, no one will know which direction I'm walking."

I expected the usual laugh and a slap on the arm. Instead I got the unbearable quivering lip. I really can't handle that. I apologized, but it was too late. She said she was "never going to iron again". She is a woman of her word. She has NOT ironed anything for me since then.

Hmmmmm, somehow the story seems incomplete. Oh yeah! I forgot to mention she was 8.5 months pregnant at the time. That’s probably what made her over-react. So unreasonable . Women! {sigh} Haha!

But seriously, I learned my lesson. I don’t complain about what other people do for me unless it’s something I’m willing to do myself—forever!!! LOL!