The neighbour 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 neighbour said, “I didn’t even know you were pregnant!”
“I’m not.” the harried young woman replied. “I’m just damn sick of mornings.”