My husband would get just as excited seeing me iron in my Ponderosa sweatshirt. I hate ironing. I have broken down crying trying to get those creases just so. I iron my husbands shirts to make up for something I have done wrong. It's the equivalent of him buying me flowers. I have been a really good housewife of late and have shed no tears over the ironing board...there are no fresh flowers in my house either. Marital Bliss.