Alanis Morissette doesn't know Boo about irony...

Way back in my school days we learned about Irony... I remember that class distinctly.  That was the class where my teacher told me that I should bring licorice for the whole class if I wanted to eat it.  I did.  Then the teacher told me that sitting with my feet up on the desk and displaying the soles of my shoes was akin to flipping him the bird.  He probably shouldn't have told me that...

He was actually a cool teacher - and I still remember learning about irony.  So when Alanis Morissette sang all about Irony I wanted to cringe...  I mean... a black fly in your chardonnay probably sucks, but it's only ironic if every other item on the menu is "black fly beverage" and you order Chardonnay specifically because you're not in the mood for fly.  Even then...  And rain on your wedding day?  Yeah, not ironic - and actually quite nice if you're the kind of girl who likes the rain.  I suppose if you'd planned the wedding based on the least likely day for rain - then maybe I can give you irony... but let's be honest...  being saved from certain death floating on Queequeg's coffin's got it beat hands down.

Me?  I know my irony...  like this morning - My shoes were there on the floor.  My "special" shoes... the ones my therapist and my podiatrist both highly recommended for my poor ailing ankles.  These shoes (plus the pricy inserts that reside wherein) are designed to support my ankles, designed to keep me from twisting my ankles.  Unfortunately - that doesn't work so well when the shoes are on the floor where I am trying to walk.  Yep, here's me, back in a stupid brace and taking Ibuprofen like it's going out of style.

Now THAT's Irony...  but you can't dance to it. 


(with apologies for being a horribly absent blogger this past week... I'm sure to improve now that I'm sitting around with my ankle elevated :)