Iron? What Iron?

I walked into my laundry room the other day and saw this rack of shirts and was struck by three thoughts:

1.  My husband's style obviously could be described in two words "Blue Plaid"
2.  Maybe I should iron some day.
3.  If I did iron, maybe Cal wouldn't keep telling me he needs to go buy new shirts.  He could add 10 to his wardrobe simply by shopping in the laundry room.

Now, if Cal is reading this, he is likely laughing that the thought of ironing even crossed my mind.  I must admit Cal usually does most of his own ironing.  My pressing skills don't quite meet his standards. I  have always tried my best, but I'll admit, after one comment 15 years ago that I didn't do a good enough job, I haven't tried much since, and he hasn't asked me to.

As for his style -- well, the man can rock the blue plaid shirt.