March 6, 2011 @ 7:33 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
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??
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