Well, I moved out exactly 1 month ago. Somehow with only 4 work shirts, today is the first day in a month that I have had to iron anything in a whole month.. (Don't ask me how) Although I went to work last Friday looking like I had textured my shirt with screwed up newspaper...
Anyway, it sux! I spent literally 35 minutes doing one pair of pants, and one long sleeve shirt. I f'd up the crease in the front of the pants so that there were basically 2 creases. Well, kind of one that turned into 2, like a lightning bolt/Z shaped thing. I fumbled and f'd around like a retard for 35 minutes. And they both still kind of look like a 5 year old ironed them...
Times like these I appreciate having a mom at home to iron all my stuff....
If I never have to iron another shirt, that will be wonderful! Unfortunately I have 3 more to do tomorrow night. It is definetly not a man's job!
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