Early in our marraige we were moving to a new house. My husband, the clown, picked up my ironing board and asked with a straight face, "What's this thing for?'' It was 1972. I still hardly ever iron anything on an ironing board but I iron on a pad on my countertops. I still have my ironing board though most of my ironing is done in the dryer. Oh yeah, I am old enough to have had my arm run through the wringer, although no harm done.