It seems that I will be buying my first iron (for actual, real, honest to god ironing) - but not ironing board - tonight.

It just seems so... peculiar.. that I have lived this long sans one but now I need one. Damn complexities of life! I swear it may be months or years before I use it again.

Now that I think about it - I could use it on 'fancy pants' days at work when clients show up.. versus having moderately wrinkled khakis..

One small step for growing up... one giant leap for.. er.. who knows.