Never Iron Your Sheets

I've done something very bad. I hate to admit it, but I ironed my sheets (and my pillow cases and my duvet cover). Here is how it happened: I washed my sheets yesterday and left them in the dryer while I was gone all day. By the time I got home they were incredibly wrinkled and bunched up from lying in the bottom of the dryer in a ball for 17 hours. So, I thought to myself, I'll just iron the top so it's not so wadded up. Then before I knew it I got carried away and ironed everything. And it took FOREVER.

After my little ironing marathon, I made the bed and slipped in. It was heaven! My sheets were like butter--soft and silky and smooth. My bed looked clean and new and everything laid perfectly flat and tight. The sheets felt cool and crisp and smelled fresh like Downy and Magic Sizing. Last night was a spectacular sleeping experience from start to finish.

Now I am ruined. Who the hell has time to iron their sheets every week? Who wants to? Not me. But now I'm spoiled for the slightly wrinkled sheets of yesterday. I don't know if I can go back.