And Isn't It Ironic?

The family I live with is getting their house "staged" so that it sells better. This means that some highly payed individual comes in, looks around, and proceeds to apply her suburbanite savvy to the house's general look. This has taken the form of plush towels, furniture re-placement, house plants, and muffin-smelling aromas.
I kid you not.
Here's the funny part. The guest bathroom now has a stack of three books laying on the back of its toilet. The books happen to be mine. Their titles: "Walking With The Poor", "The Politics of Jesus", and "Just Peacemaking". Just in case you wanted to do a little light, pro-suburban-life reading while you're going about your business.

Am I alone in thinking that irony doesn't get much better than this?