The neighbor dropped in on her 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."