Conversation in our place tonight:
Me - Hey Aaron, do you know where the ironing board is?
The Fella - I don't think we have one.
Me - Really? I thought we did... I gave mine away when I moved in.
TF - Nope, I think we were going to go get one of those little ones at IKEA but never got around to it.
Me - Huh.
The thing is, I generally don't like ironing at the best of times. I purposely buy clothes that don't need ironing... I am the king of the Mark's Work Warehouse outfit. Consequently, I've probably ironed maybe 10 times in my entire life. I'm not very good at it, and it turns out I'm even less good at it when it has to be done on the kitchen table. It's going to be a crinkly week.