Does anyone else absolutely hate, loathe, and desperately despise IRONING? That is my random question for the day. Because I have an up-ended ironing board, a piece of linen flung angrily onto the couch, and an iron that emits as much heat as Delores Umbridge french-kissing a Mudblood. I cannot take it I am telling you. I would pay a House Elf half my salary to come iron all my shit for me. Although they’d refuse the pay, right?? Ooooh I so want a House Elf!!!!
sorry this is Ingrid Henningsson on flickr