It was either laugh or cry....but it was pretty funny.
Last night I'm getting the hubby ready for a business trip. Needed to iron his clothes, so got them ironed and packed up. Went back to put my big ironing board down. When I did, I accidentally knocked my iron on the ground. It came back up in three pieces!
I started laughing and went to show the husband. His response?
"Well, I don't guess you need to run out and buy one of those tomorrow seeing as you don't use it much!"
In his opinion, apparently, irons are ONLY for ironing clothes, something I do very rarely.
I very politely brought him into my sewing room and showed him the many quilt blocks I have strewn everywhere. I told him that every piece that was sewn together had to be ironed. He still doesn't get it. :roll: