Now Hiring: Professional Iron...er.

Fail. Fail. Fail.

If there is one thing that my mother never taught me how to do it was how to successfully iron an article of clothing. The reason: my mother hates ironing. So much so that she hired my grandma to do it for the longest time. That is why yours truly almost threw an iron through the wall today...because I was never instructed on how to iron a nice pair of slacks or button up shirt.

However, I do not place the blame entirely on my mom...only like 12% because I can see why she would NEVER want to be in charge of teaching someone how to do such a tedious and annoying thing! I place 88% of the blame on the iron, the article of clothing, the stupid starch spray that is supposed to help but doesn't, and finally my ironing board that is broken so when you place an ounce of weight on it it falls to the floor....repeatedly throughout the process of ironing that already takes an entire day to do. As you can see, my attempt at ironing today was an EPIC FAIL.

Picture #6 represents one pair of pants that have not been worn yet..in fact I took the tags off to iron them....As you can see, they STILL have a hugeeeee wrinkle down the front pant leg because the iron and I did not see eye to eye. I don't know if this is a sick joke or what, but whoever is blessed enough to marry me had better know how to iron or support the services of a dry cleaner because this little lady is done experimenting.