The neighbor dropped in on a friend and
found her sitting at the kitchen table, staring blankly at a half-empty cup of coffee; her
three kids squabbling loudly in the other room.
"What's wrong Marge?" she asked.
Marge told her that she had "morning
sickness."
Surprised the neighbor said, "I didn't
even know you were pregnant."
"I'm not," the harried young
woman replied. "I'm just damn sick of mornings!"
