First, The Ironing.

I don't iron. Never have. Actually, that's a lie. I do iron, and here's how:

Step 1: Grab offending clothing item(s).

Step 2: Get washcloth from linen closet.

Step 3: Dampen washcloth.

Step 4: Throw offending clothing item(s) and damp washcloth into dryer for 5-10 minutes.

Step 5: Viola! Get dressed and look like a million bucks. On a cold, wintery day this also provides the extra bonus of getting a warm tooshie for a few minutes.

My mom doesn't understand this. Neither does Joe. But what is awesome is that Joe irons his own clothes (perks of marrying a seasoned bachelor). I haven't touched an iron since...well, I can't remember.

As such, Joe wears the "iron free" Brooks Brothers shirts. I also have a small love affair with our dry cleaner. But as far as the shirts, he has one in nearly every color and pattern. Due to our, um, hectic schedule of late, the pile of "please iron me" shirts on the ironing board in the basement got to be a smidge out of control. As in, the man was rotating the same 3 shirts to work on a bi-weekly basis. So, as a somewhat delayed Father's Day nicety, I spent the better part of 4 hours on Monday ironing said pile.

That should just about do it for my wifely ironing requirement for about a year, no?