My iron is a scowly pants.
My gray wrinkly shirt hangs around crying all the time.
Mr. Lint Roller is getting the silent treatment from Mrs. Starch. Maybe he shouldn't have gone off and gotten himself a mistress.
You see, the situation is dire. Things are bad, and I've started to wonder, "What's gone so very, very wrong in my little ironing world?"
I think I know.
It's this ugly guy. What a plain jane ironing board cover! It has no spunk. No flair. It brings no happiness to the lives of its fellow ironing cohorts. It causes dissension.
So what is the answer?
Winning Danavee's giveaway would pretty much do it. I need a new and beautifully handmade ironing board cover. Little hearts, rainbows, and songbirds would suddenly appear at my ironing station. Schlager make me your finest with yo bad, crafty self!
Life would sure be better.
