I really don't want to do any of it. Which explains the state of my house.
I was going to post literally this.
I think I may have ironed something once. I use Laura's wet towel in the dryer trick.
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I really don't want to do any of it. Which explains the state of my house.
I was going to post literally this.
I think I may have ironed something once. I use Laura's wet towel in the dryer trick.
I've owned irons and an ironing board at some point. Jilli might know and she hasn't been here in well over a year. At some point I'm gong to refuse to move them. If it wasn't last time, it's the next time.
Oh, and my doctor confirmed what I'd suspected: bursitis in both hips. Not much that can be done for it that I'm not already doing, but if it gets worse, I'll ask about cortisone shots.
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I have no ironing board.
I have the world's best ironing board. I think it belonged to my grandmother in the 70s and is super sturdy. It doubles as a craft table.
I also have the very best folding chairs ever made...probably in the 50s.
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
Have I ever mentioned that my sister irons jeans? We all know what that means.
My mother ironed underwear. She never really could explain why.
My mother used to iron my father's boxers. Also, sheets.
He wasn't in/under them was he?
My mom still irons her sheets. I think she draws the line at underwear, though.
Oh, I don't *like* doing dishes or laundry, but I don't really mind them either. I'd prefer not to do them because I am lazy as hell, but, eh, I do them.
But cleaning the bathroom is like a punishment for everything I've ever done and ever will do wrong.