My spouse is “attending” a virtual conference for the next few days. To help simulate the real thing, I’ll set out a picked-over tray of mini-muffins, soggy cut fruit, and some weak coffee, and then whisk them away just as he approaches the table.
God: you’re a mummy.
Mummy: omg I’m pregnant?!?
God: no you’re the walking dead wrapped in toilet paper.
Mummy: what does that mean?
God: mostly you walk around scaring people and cursing things.
Mummy: [nods] cause of the pregnancy hormones.
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