Last night Mark and I were discussing our Christmas presents on the way to a Wild game.
"You know you're going to have to read those books, because Jared is going to ask about them," I said to Mark. My brother got Mark World War Z and Zombie Apocalypse for Christmas. It was the Christmas of the zombie.
"Oh, God," said Mark. "I'll actually have to READ a BOOK." Mark can read books, he just doesn't very often. He was being sarcastic.
Continuing to give him grief, I said, "You know, I can read, like, three books in a day." This is actually true. I can, have, and do occasionally read three books a day.
"That's because you are not quite human," replied Mark.
I laughed. "Oh, really? Was that said with admiration or disgust?"
"There were elements of admiration."
That's my husband. He might not be able to read three books a day, but he is the master of the politically correct statement.