Crap. Crap crap crap crap crap!

So I'm playing Little Miss Domestic Goddess today.

I ran the vacuum in our bedroom a while ago, and just now went back in there to put clean clothes on the bed for folding. I saw the iron. It was not on the ironing board in the corner. It was on the floor beneath the ironing board in the corner. Pressing side down.

Horrified, I snatched it up. Egad. Melted nylon carpet in the perfect shape of my iron.

While vacuuming, I must have bumped the ironing board without noticing.

Spouse is going to kill me.

Crap.

This is why I need a maid.