Something's up. I know it. This morning she got out the ironing board -- always a bad sign. It means she's going to tell me she's "going to work," which is a lie; she thinks it fools me, but I know that half the time "going to work" means leaving me home while she gallavants around somewhere. And she's not cooking yet; all the food is on the counter...but darn it, there's no cooking. The coffee isn't even on yet. She keeps saying the word "brunch." What in the heck is brunch? Can you eat it? Is there cooking?
They're mean to me here.