Buah-hahahaha

My mother wouldn't let me even -see- her iron for about ten years after I decided it would be neat to see if I could make red steam come out of her brand-new $50.00 iron. (By way of cherry koolaide)

Needless to say, there wasn't so much red steam as there was red dribbles that quickly sizzled and turned into crystalized sugar that ruined the iron.

A switching and verbal lashing later, I was terrified to even go anywhere near the laundry room. Since I moved out, I've slowly begun learning the art of cleaning clothes. I can use starch on my black dress shirts when I iron them, without them turning white now!:shades: