The Muffin Top Blog

(Sigh) I need an iron. I hate ironing. When I was still living at home my mom usually ironed all of our clothes or we "fluffed" them in the dryer. When I was in college people expected you to wrinkled. All college kids are wrinkled, poor and starving; yet, somehow still 15 pounds overweight (I never figured that one out). In culinary school they expect you to look clean and professional, which means starched and pressed. I bought an iron 4 years ago and have never used it. I left it with Paige when I moved never thinking I would really need it. Well, I need it. I'm sure she will have no problem giving it back since the one time she used it Thumper Rabbit chewed up half of the cord. So Paige, if you read this, I need the iron back.