Today, my kids broke the ironing board. I'd like to say that I was paying attention to them when it happened. In fact, I'd like to pretend that they were helpfully ironing my lovely linens. Yes, let's pretend that is exactly what was happening, instead of the reality where my kids thought they could use the ironing board as a bridge, or a surfboard, or some other plank-shaped object, and managed to collapse the legs and bend the board in half.
I'd also like to say that I'm angry about it. But honestly, when I looked at that bent up ironing board, it made me laugh and think "Oh well! No more ironing! Too bad, so sad! Tra la laaaa."