Retirement has cut down my ironing drastically. Like most of it is fabric for quilting. I never liked to iron, anyway. I'm sure my husband pulled the late night lack of clothes for tomorrow bit on me, but I've mercifully blocked it from my memory.

He didn't know where the wash machine was before he retired. Now he does a lot of it without being asked. Guess I should keep him, huh?

Then again, maybe not. He just called to ask me what he should bring to a pot luck tomorrow. But he also said he would go shopping with me and I could pick out something easy. How nice of him!