i don't know why i bother to iron. time was a little tight this a.m. and i had the choice between eating breakfast or ironing my shirt. like a fool, i opted for ironing. but after wearing a coat and riding in the car for 45 minutes, my shirt looked like it had been lying in a pile at the bottom of my closet for months. so, here i am hungry and disheveled. next time i'm going for the cereal and leaving the shirt to fend for itself.