When did Joe become a cheerleader?

I don't know. I think it's been happening gradually, culminating in a display of acrobatics and too-cheerful good mornings when he woke me up just minutes ago. Really. Way too chipper to be my normal husband. With my head screaming at me like a bad hangover, his howdy-doody hellos left me numb, except for the desire to slap the smile off his face and out the door. I told him so and he happily blocked my only free arm from its goal. Oh well. I didn't have the energy for a good swing anyway. I just hope the aliens come back and replace the cheerleader in my bed with my real husband. Otherwise I may be collecting life insurance sooner than expected. And by the way, good morning.