To say I am gob-smacked would be an understatement. No wonder so many housewives are on bloody Prozac.
I would personally like to meet the designer of this ironing board cover and smack him (very very very hard) in the nose with the ironing board. (I say 'him' because you absolutely know it was a man) (and I bet he's divorced!) What kind of twisted warped mind would think of putting such drivel on a BLOODY IRONING BOARD COVER - were they on crack cocaine? Is it some kind of cruel joke? Were they deranged and bitter because their wife had recently left them for an ironing board salesman from Rhyl? What is going on here? Is it a conspiracy? Did somebody (no doubt a holder of a "Marketing Degree") think that this kind of thing would actually make a difference and actually cheer up hordes of pre, post and mid-menopausal women.....I mean - come on.
If I designed ironing board covers they would have nude full length pictures of George Clooney or Ashton Kutcher on them....or - if it had to be words - it would be every swear word and profanity known to man!
For crying out LOUD!!!