When I wake up in the morning, I'm as groggy as hell.
Linda is a bright, shining face, smiling and cheerful, always ready to tell me a long story about the dream she had. (Her dreams are like movies, long and eventful.) Or to present me with a complex problem she's been thinking about.
I've forbidden her to speak to me.
Anyway, I woke this morning and she came to me and looked up and said brightly, "I've cooked you a snake!"
"A...snake?"
"Wait, I mean..."
"Oh, honey. Thank you so much. It's what every man longs to hear when he wakes up..."
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