So I stumble out of the bedroom this morning, and as I head for the kitchen, I pass Mary sitting at her computer, staring intently at the screen.
No response. Figuring she didn't hear me, I start to make coffee. A moment later:
Mary: It's Gun Appreciation Day.
Me: (Innocently) Already?
I peek around the corner. She's staring at me.
Me: Right -- I knew that. It's just been such a crazy week, what with the deadline and everything--
Me: Busy, busy, busy!
Me: And the weather really made it tough on my back. Boy that was something, wasn't it? That cold?
Me: Okay! Fine! I forgot! I admit it! Go ahead and shoot me! Oh wait, you can't -- because I didn't get you a gun!
Mary: (Stares for a long moment, then turns back to her computer) Not bad. But you do realize if we're having this same conversation on Valentine's Day, that's not gonna qualify as satire.