I walked in on the wife the other day struggling with the ironing board. She usually keeps it folded up and out of the way behind the laundry room door and then pulls it out on the rare occasion something actually needs ironing, like one of my dress shirts or a blouse she's planning on wearing. She was pulling and yanking on the thing when she saw me and declared, " You need to go out and buy me a new ironing board. It's almost impossible to get this thing's legs open."
"Now you know what I have to deal with," I responded.