Remember that horrid thing that I mentioned in the end of my last post? Ironing? It is not that ironing is so terrible, it is just that I am so terrible at it. I can iron pants and normal shirts, but shirts with collars and buttons, those I struggle with. In fact, I struggle so much that my sweet husband is just as happy to iron his own shirts. He must have had a better Home Ec teacher than me, or something.
So today, for my AOK, I snuck upstairs while everyone else was absorbed in football, and engaged in a bit of ironing. The pants were no problem, but I hate to admit that I gave up after the 2nd shirt when I realized that after all the time and effort I had out into it, it had a spot, apparently from the spray starch. How could that happen? No amount of ironing or water would take that spot out.
To make up for my lackluster first attempt at an AOK, I also cleaned up the dog throw-up. That is almost always my kind husband's job, not that it happens that often, but he just takes it upon himself to do it. I attribute it to his unrefined sense of smell and my sensitive gag reflex. Today, I pulled myself up by the bootstraps, grabbed the paper towels and spot cleaner and took on the task....unnoticed, I might add. That is really what makes it more of an act of kindness, isn't it? If you don't do it for fanfare? There is a scripture about this and once I find it, I will share it here.
Here's something else I can share, a little ironing tip, use this stuff:
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