I've made a decision. So has Nancy. And the cool thing is, we made it unbeknownst to us that the other was making the same decision.
Life is too short to iron shirts.
I bought a cute new outfit over a month ago... brown capris and a blue button-down shirt. I brought it home from the store and washed it, only to have it come out of the dryer with permanent wrinkles. Shoulda worn it right off the hanger, but instead, it hung in my closet for 5 weeks, mocking me every time I looked for something to wear. Saturday, I decided it'd be perfect for Easter. Very robins-eggy, know what I mean? So Sunday morning, I dragged out the iron and the ironing board, and set Darren to ironing. (LOVE THAT MAN. He mops too. I have photos.)
Took forever to get the permanent wrinkles out of the pants. By the time he was starting on the shirt, I said, "ENOUGH! This is ridiculous! I'll wear a t-shirt!" And so I did.
Life's too short to iron shirts. I'll be taking mine to the 99 cent cleaners down the street....
Some other Easter photos for your viewing pleasure:
Easter dinner with Grammy, Pappy, Gonna and Tenny...
Our "aygs". (I never pronounce eggs "aygs", but for some reason, I did it over and over and over yesterday. Crazy talk.)