My shirts are my shirts I iron them.
The first time my wife ironed a shirt for me was just before a big presentation. Where I demonstrated small things were my palms and fingertips were the focal point of attention.
I was in a hurry and I just grabed the shirt my wife freshly ironed and threw it on to get out of the house when I glanced down at the cuffs they were not ironed to my satisfaction..
I lacked confidence and felt that everyone noticed the same imperfections that I did. Let's just saly it was not a great presentation. Needless to say I just iron my own now.

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Sex is a tricky thing best left to professionals.

Don't know about that, Steph...... but I thank you anyway!!

DM

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The selfish, they're all standing in line
Faithing and hoping to buy themselves time
Me, I figure as each breath goes by
I only own my mind

I iron my own clothes. Now that I have that out of the way....

Lixy... I love the ass Av you have going right now!!

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Put me on wheels and I'll turn tricks.

Clever? Nah, I ran out of that years ago. But if you find this, let me know, k?
"The road goes ever on..." ~ Tolkien

In memory of my friend skip...
Go then, there are other worlds than these

My mom was a stay at home mom.
She ironed EVERYTHING.....handkerchiefs, underwear, t-shirts, etc.
She taught me to iron my own shirts a a very early age and I ironed them for years.

Then I discovered why God made shirt laundries.