Chief Longwind Of The North
Certified/Certifiable
Criminy. I can't even remember the last time I ironed something, and I'm positive I've never ironed for three hours
When DH was in Navy A school, he was required to wear the Navy-issued dungarees and blue shirt, ironed just so, with sharp creases in the shirt. We had been married less than a year at that point; he expected me to iron his uniforms but I set him straight. He was in the Navy, not me. So it was his responsibility to follow their regulations.
Sometimes DW ironed my dungarees, and sometimes I ironed them. And it wasn't only in A-school. If was my everyday uniform.
I had her cut my hair one time. That was a serious mistake that wasn't repeated. I'd done it for fellow sailors, and had no problems making the cuts look good, from the first time. Her, yeh, I had a square bald spot around both ears. I got razzed pretty good over that.
Seeeeeya; Chief Longwind of the North