This weekend is the big member-guest golf tournament at my husband's golf course and being the head teaching pro, he has to be there like every second. He also has to wear a dress shirt and tie every day vs. the typical golf uniform of a collared polo shirt. He had to be at work this morning at 6:00 am and at about 5:30, I hear him grunting and groaning and mumbling under his breath. Mind you, I don't typically move from my bed until AT LEAST 7:00 am, but being the loving and observant wife I am, I knew exactly what was going on: he was trying to iron a shirt. My husband can do a lot of things, but ironing is something he has never had and will never have the patience to learn. I could have ignored him, acted like I was still asleep. But then I would worry about him going to work with a half-ironed shirt. So, I dragged my butt out of bed, walked over to him and took the iron out of his hand, no words, and he just smiled at me and said "thank you." That, my friends, is...
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