I can't believe my ears.
"Surely, you're joking," I tell my brother Elliott.
"I'm not joking, Christian," he assures me, "and don't call me 'Shirley'."
He has just informed me that he is seriously considering divorcing his lovely bride, the former Kate Kavanaugh.
"But why?" I beseech him. "Why?"
"Because," he explains to me as if I were a child, "we live in a two-story house."
"That makes no sense," I tell him back. "Why would living in a two-story house be a cause for divorce?"
"Because," he answers, "the first story is: 'I've got a headache,' and the second story is: 'I'm on my period.'"
