My wife has not spoken to me in three days. I think it has
something to do with what happened on Sunday night when she
thought she heard a noise downstairs.
She nudged me and whispered, "Wake up, wake up!"
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"There are burglars in the kitchen. I think they're eating
the tuna casserole I made tonight."
"That'll teach them!" I replied.