I truly don't mind laundry. But ironing? I loathe it. I don't know why, but I really don't like to iron. I'll iron seams for sewing projects without complaint, but I'd rather clean the bathroom than iron a shirt. Unfortunately, some shirts (dresses, skirts, etc.) just don't dry nicely, and they need to be ironed. Yesterday while I was ironing, two little girls asked if they could iron. Of course, I let them. Maybe they'll love it like my mother and do all the ironing for me from now into forever (or at least until they move out?)!

(Heidi was cold - hence her jacket.)