I have now been branded by my own domesticity.
The iron got me.
I had let all of Jeremy's work dress shirts pile up (thank god he's allowed to wear polo shirts in the summertime) and finally got a chance to catch up on my ironing.
Then BAM, it got me. A reminder of my failure in succeeding at being a domestic goddess. Hurt like a son of a Bword and blistered and swelled.
I now have a scar to remind me of the power of the almighty IRON! I vow to try harder to be the best domestic goddess I can be.....well, at least a little bit.