Remember a few days ago I told you there was a story about ironing. Well I don't know if I've told this before. Maybe when on spaces but here goes again.
As a new young bride (19) I wanted to be the best I could be. I think most of us feel that way. Wanting to do as much right as possible and please the new husband. Well, naive I was. Tending to believe what he told me. So, I ironed almost everything. Even the tee shirts were nice and wrinkle free. He said his grandma always did it and I wasn't going to be outdone by a poor little bent over lady. I think I was suckered in for about 3 months before I got the chance to ask her about this. Side story here, Jack lived with her as he ran away from home because of an abusive step-father. Well imagine the sheepish look on his face when the truth came out. Poor guys been paying for this every since. :-) Needless to say, the dryer is the best iron there is.