Sometimes words mean little to nothing.
My wife doesn't iron. I doubt she even knows where the iron is in the house.
And - that is the last thing I would ask her to do to make me happy.
Mine stays on the top shelf in the hall closet, a very dangerous place.
Alex! It was the only old fashioned valentine available.
I don't even own an iron! What are they?
I definitely own an iron.
Ironing was invented by the devil!
I thought he did the fiddle?
Did he ask to iron? Or the thing where it's hard for her to sit down for awhile?
I post 'em and let you guys dissect them. :P
I do iron. I hate wrinkly clothes. Jason gets irritated when I make him take his clothes back off so I can iron them if they look sloppy.
I do too. It doesn't bother me a bit. I like to smell fresh pressed clothes. :))
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