Dododododo, dodododododo, do, do, do! (Does that sound like Ironman by Ozzy?) God did not give me the gift of musical interpretation. He gave me the gift of overactive ovaries. Well, when properly stimulated.
Anyway, I finally got out the iron tonight and ironed a few of Brooke's dresses. After doing two of them and them turning out so well, I got out a few more things and had my way with them. I've learned a few things about ironing.
Ruffles are not fun.
Look at the iron before you pick it up.
Don't buy clothing that requires a lot of ironing.
I know Angela would be proud of me!