The Vampire Sign

It's one AM and I just walked into Kootch's bedroom drunk as a skunk to say hello (Kootch had just got up to pee). I expected that she would greet me in a civil manner but I was wrong. She raised her two hands between us and formed her two index fingers into the shape of a cross. It was the 'vampire sign.'

Kootch and I have agreed that whenever either one of us goes irrational, then the other should raise the 'vampire sign' to indicate that there is a problem. This agreement has worked. And it worked just now, as I sheepishly vacated her room.

I recommend the Vampire Sign. Sometimes you never know when you have gone over the edge.