My husband does laundry, but doesn't iron. However, his shirts go to the cleaners with his suits.

My first husband was another story. He used the iron once in 19 years of marriage. It was at the end of it when I was good and mad and took a stand. He needed a shirt ironed and I told him to do it himself. It was so funny watching a man who could build an entire house from the foundation up, fix a car, and use any power tool imaginable try to figure out one little iron. [Big Grin]
It was hard to keep a straight face when he asked me where the water went. I just said, "It only has one hole, figure it out." He burned his finger. [Roll Eyes]
Louisa