I feel reasonably sure I own an iron. Reasonably.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'll shovel.
My winter in the 'burbs has taught me that I like it so long as I am properly bundled.
I enjoy the motion and warmth of ironing, but I'm not particularly good at it, so the results are inevitably disappointing.
Awesome, bonny is first wife.
I ironed my cotton Catholic school uniforms back before perm press was thought of. Haven't ironed in decades. If I don't get to the dryer fast enough I toss in a wet towel and let them spin more.
I know I own an iron. I use it to make crushed velvet.
I think I own an iron. I have no ironing board. I think I ironed in college. I don't buy things that get wrinkly.
I'll shovel.
Nice try, Trudes. "I'll shovel".
Like Buffista Island won't be TROPICAL?!
Enough with you and your wily ways of wiles. Volunteer for something that will actually require doing.
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In all honesty, I kinda wish I'd thought of that one meself.
I'll shovel.
Sure, pick a chore I'll never need.
I don't own an iron. I'm totally use the dryer to get out the wrinkles.
Honestly I can't think of one household chore I find pleasant or enjoyable. I can tolerate some more than others but I really don't want to do any of it. Which explains the state of my house.
If Buffista Island is tropical, can I volunteer as Monkey Herder? They could be my minions.