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Sarah dropped in on her sister Shira and found her sitting at the kitchen table, staring blankly at a half-empty cup of coffee, her three kids squabbling loudly in the other room.
"What's wrong, Shira?" she asked.
Shira told her that she had morning sickness.
Surprised, Sarah said, "Mazal tov! I didn't even know you were pregnant!"
"I'm not," the harried middle-aged mother replied.
"I'm just sick of mornings."