Wonderboy, inquiring about my evening plans: What will you do at twelve o’clock?
(We’ve already covered nine, ten, and eleven o’clock.)
Me: I’ll go to bed, probably.
Rilla (gasps): Twelve o’clock at night?
Rilla, incredulous: You mean there are minutes in the night??
Questions, by Beanie
“For the lover of truth, discussion is always possible…”
I Have Told This Story Before
I Guess I Didn’t Need to Look Under the Seats
But Jumping on the Couch Will Be Fine with Her