I HATE IRONING AND EVERYTHING RELATED TO IRONING BECAUSE IT IS STUPID.

This fine lady is June Cleaver.

This is another fine lady who's just too damned excited to be ironing.

This is me. Do you see my face? Do you see how I don't look excited? Do you see how I'm not wearing pearls?

That's because I fricking hate ironing. In fact, I hate ironing the way that most people hate the BMV. Michael looks disgruntled as well, but that's neither here nor there. He just likes to make that face.

In reality, the reason that I hate ironing is that I'm not good at it. So not good at it, in fact, that I had to look up a YouTube video to help my shit out. It didn't help, but it did bring technology into my daily life, because fifty years ago I'd have just had to beg my elderly neighbors to teach me their ways while they bitched about the Reds that'd just moved in across the street. Anyway, the point is it's blog worthy. Because technology.

The video I watched is included Down There, at the bottom of this post. Since you've already read this far, I'm assuming you can probably see it anyway, which renders this explanation pretty pointless. Oh well.