Sometimes I can goes for days without anything ironic happening. Today was not one of those days. Today I got a second helping. Luckily both examples were funny irony not the tragic â€œyour wife is really your sisterâ€ kind.
Example 1: My work friend Sonia comes into my office and complains about people interrupting her during work. This conversation goes on for the better part of an hour.
Example 2: My wifeâ€™s best friend is the local uber-leader of M.O.P.S. In addition to her weekly emails, she feels a compulsion to forward every safety recall on baby/child toys, furniture, and junk. These are always tragic warnings about strollers eating toddlers or cribs spontaneously bursting into flames. She sees it as her God given responsibility to save us all from engineering incompetence that will doubtless kill our children.
Anyways for Christmas, she gives my son a â€œstocking stufferâ€. It is a Dollar Store toy airplane. Within hours, Ethan has turned the toy into a pile of rubble. Last night when I was turning off all of the lights, I stepped on a piece of the fuselage. It cut my foot bad enough to bleed.