Our friend Cornfuscius could very well have put himself in mortal peril late last night. Mrs. Cornfuscius has this to say about the matter:
"The very next time Cornfuscius chooses to dink around in the garage till all hours and I've long since gone to sleep and he comes in, clubbing around the bedroom with his flashlight five times, WHISTLING all the while, I am going to shove something big and permanent down his whistler."
*ahem* We're sincerely hoping the Mrs. gets a nap later today and can catch up on her sleep.
Romance is sexy!