Ahh, irony--what makest thou?

There was a debate among some of teenagers recently regarding what, exactly, constitutes irony.

I would like to clarify for all those who have any question: when we go to Lowe's and need them to cut a sheet of 4x8 plywood to size because the couple of bucks is worth not having to drag the table saw out at 8pm on a Sunday night, and they can't do it because their saw is broken, THAT's irony.

The Mama Cayman is RIDICULOUSLY exhausted!

Just how exhausted?
Well, I had the following is a conversation at 3:45pm today:
(Necessary backstory: the kids have been helping feed and walk their Nina Beatrice's puppies all this week)
Me: We are leaving now; the dogs are good.
Beatrice: Thanks for taking care of them.
Me: No problem. *digging through purse as I talk* Oh no, I think I left my phone in the house; it's not in my purse. Dang it, we just got the puppies settled, and now I am going to have to go back in and disturb them....
Beatrice: Oh, that's okay, just...
The Raven: Wait, you're ON your phone, talking to Nina Beatrice!
Me: *Face Palm*

Geek Offspring Major FAIL

Note To Self re: Kids & Sewing at School

When planning a sewing lesson with 2nd and 3rd graders, never forget a needle threader!