She's too busy ironing.

Not around here, she ain't... There ain't even an iron in this house.

Though there probably would be if there was a woman here. But only because SHE bought the clothes that require the iron... And prolly made me wear them.
That said, I hold every esteem for
the maker of the home...
the maker of the children...
the maker of the garden...
The keeper of the hearth and the home...
the keeper of the children...
the keeper of traditions...
the keeper of the elders...
AND the maker of the perfect sammich.
There is nothing more honorable.
Don't ever think it different.
