Laundry is like the wheel of life

Of all the household tasks – cooking, dusting, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, laundry, shopping, and all else we housespouses do when we’re not lazing about all day -- there is only one chore I absolutely don’t do, won’t do, never did do, never will do. That is ironing. The mounting pile of crumpled clothes in the living room confirms this.

I’m sure I tried using hot steam to remove wrinkles from fabric “once or once” in my past and quickly grew annoyed by my inability to get the iron to create crisp creases and smooth stretches of fabric. Not to mention, how to manoeuvre the shirt or pants around the ironing board. There’s probably a good reason for its phallic shape, but I could never figure it out. In the end, I tossed the heap back into the laundry basket, no less crinkly than before I began.