For the first time since it's invention 3 years ago the Ironing Bag is empty. Empty I say! All table cloths, shirts, pants are wrinkle free. By tomorrow the Ironing bag will, once again, begin to fill with it's rumpled cargo (and cargo pants) for it's appetite can never be fully satiated but today, for a few precious hours, I had nothing that needed to be ironed.
I celebrated with a glass of Proseco and did a little dance. Hey man, victories have been far a few between lately. I'll take what I can get.