confessions of a literal mind

The wife hates it when it's approaching midnight, she's still grading papers after hours and hours, and I'm sitting at my computer chuckling and guffawing at shorter intervals and higher volume.

It's bad enough that I'm enjoying myself while she's suffering, bad enough that I have the lack of courtesy to do it in the same room, but when she finally stops to ask me what's so @#$%^ing funny, she has to suffer through my attempts to talk past my own laughter.

This evening's great fun for one of us and great irritation for the other has been brought to you by:

http://literalmind.blogspot.com/