I loathe ironing. I hate it with the heat of a thousand suns. I makes me want to pull all of my hair out of my head. Because of this hatred I let it pile up until I run out of things to wear to work that don't have to be ironed. When I reach that point I pull out the board and iron, pop in a movie and start to work. It usually takes me the whole movie to get through all of the ironing because I'm really slow at it. Last night I couldn't put it off any longer. I put in My Best Friend's Wedding and started to work. I started with this- And ended with this-You would think this would give me a sense of accomplishment but it doesn't. Do you want to know why? Because as soon as I put one of those shirts on within minutes it will be wrinkled. All it will take is getting in my car and putting on my seat belt for all my work to be in vain. Do you see what I mean about this being an evil chore?
(fyi-the title of my post comes from a song from Wicked- What is this Feeling?)