The Ironing Board

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 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.