My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint. Erma Bombeck…

I couldn’t help giggling when I read this quote as from various household chores, the one that I really do not like to do is ironing.
blah. i should say i hate doing it!

ironing is not comfortable at all. my oh my i am quite amazed that one of my friends likes ironing, it is a stress relieve for her. gosh retail therapy does me wonder so far *grin*. by the way, speaking of ironing is speaking about life as well. how is so? well, in living our very life, we made mistakes here and there. sometimes those mistakes only need simple apologies. at times we need to do some adjustments and cases closed.

but then sometimes we need to rectify the situations resulted from big mistakes. tough job amigo. it may at times like ironing pure cotton. you iron one side and then the other side goes crinkly and goes on like that. we do this, it may hurt others. we do that, it may worsen the situation. whoooaaaa! it is HOT. just like ironing. then how about massive mistakes, when people usually say yes you are forgiven but no it will not be forgotten? will it be like ironing silk? will simply burn it if you insist to iron it?

still i do not like ironing. neither clothes nor the crinkles created by mistakes i made (or sometimes others made but i also enjoyed the black coffee) but then, just like ironing clothes which is inevitable unless you love wearing crinkly clothes, aplogizing for the mistakes and rectifying the crooked situations are also inevitable. now if it is such a not nice thing to do, what shall we do?