― Dusting Off the IronYesterday, I was awesome. I did something that resembled 50 loads of washing, drying, folding and putting away. I ironed. Let me say that again...I ironed. ∙ To illustrate the significance of this, recently, a friend drew (very badly I must add) an iron on Drawsomething. When I complained that her drawing looked like a cigar with a nipple ring (like that exists), she retorted jokingly that it's just because I never use my iron and that I don't know what one looks [...].