I am short on time today, but I'm dying to know something. This past weekend, I spent TWO hours ironing. TWO. T-W-O. That is TWO hours I could have been doing something more fun. But, I am obsessed with ironed clothes. There's nothing like a crisp crease. MMMM MMMM good. I iron all my kids shirts, shorts, pants, my shirts, shorts, pants, and my husband's shirts and shorts. All his work stuff goes to the cleaners. My school year routine has been to iron on Tuesday mornings, but I have let that slip for a couple of weeks because we have been so busy with other things. As a result, the pile was ginormous. Thus, the two hour iron fest. So while I was ironing, I wondered if I was only the freak who firstly, irons at all, and secondly, who finds it, ya know, kind of therapeutic. I know. I know. I'm a freak.
Are you a freak who irons?