"It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...don't you think"
No, I don't think its ironic, Alanis. I think it's just bad luck. What is ironic about those situations? What is ironic, however, and tragically so, is that this morning I realized that I had dropped into the garbage disposal my little metal tongs--the very tool I use to retrieve other utensils that fall into the garbage disposal. Now that's ironic. But I guess it's hard to find something that rhymes with "garbage disposal."
See the sad little guy below. 
