What's this, you ask? A wrinkled shirt? Yes, a wrinkled shirt that has been sitting in our laundry room for several MONTHS. Yes, that's right, months. Why, you ask? Because I really don't like ironing and have to be in the mood to iron. Did I pretend to like ironing and actually be good at it before I got married, you ask? Yes, actually, I did. Why would I do something like that, you ask? To impress my sweet and cute husband (who was my cute and sweet almost boyfriend at the time) and show him that I was definetly marriage material. Obviously it worked, but to my sweet and patient husband, I think he has had years of disappointment in this area because I really have trouble ironing his shirts when he gives them to me. And he would iron them himselves if I hadn't told him one time that I was better at it...WHY did I say that?? So this is to you honey- thank you for being so sweet and patient to me and for being a loving husband who doesn't yell at me when I take three months to iron a shirt!! :)) KISSES!!