Wife: They're all pretty terrible. Me: Don't you have ANYTHING positive to say Wife: You're consistent.
There's already a clock on the stove
Shoot her again.
Because now I know and I am horrified.
Do they think they're gonna magically start walking
Now, I tweet them
if I'm looking at my phone I now reply, 'No. I am not Twittering,' in a sort of flat monotone. And tweet.