If I'm dead by morning, you'll know why

I dunno. I seem to be going out of my way to get rafaela to murder me. This morning, for example, she had only been awake for about ten minutes when this happened:

Me: Hey, did you hear that Tim Curry's making a movie about a Jewish dance class in Fallujah?
Her: Oh?
Me: Mm-hm. It's called The Iraqi Hora Picture Show. ThankyouI'llbehereallweek.... [runs like the wind, slamming the door behind him]
Her: [beatifically] Adam? Come here.
Me: No.

Between that and making her listen to "Y Brawd Houdini" by Meic Stevens yesterday, which she is still earwormed on, I seem to be demonstrating what she likes to call "a distinct lack of self-preservation instinct." Go, me!