The following is a paraphrased conversation between my sister and me today.
D: How are you?
Me: Well, I was up at 5:30, at school all day, had a breakdown at mom and dad’s, went out to dinner, am on my way to a church meeting, and then I’ll go home, watch TV and then shoot myself in the face.**
D: Don’t do that.
Me: You can’t stop me.
D: Actually, I know you won’t, because I know you’re a Democrat, and therefore you don’t have a gun in your home.
Me: Good point.
**Literary Device lesson of the day: hyperbole–extreme exaggeration. Don’t put me on any kind of special watch of some sorts.
I can be brilliant at times, can't I?
Glad you can distinguish hyperbole from reality, too.