Approaching The Dawn Of Awkwardness

(My wife has a habit of sharing far too much personal information about our private lives. She never realises what she’s said until its too late. We’re having dinner with friends, and she’s just done it again. She refers to it as the TMI boundary.)

Wife: “Oh, no! I can’t stop myself. But, at least I see the TMI boundary just as I pass it!”

Me: “No, honey. Not ‘just as you pass it’. The TMI boundary is normally disappearing into the horizon, as you’re galloping full speed into the sunset of embarrassment.”