It was the middle of the night and you were still up at the computer, your eyes glued to the screen. Suddenly, the lights flickered on and Selma appeared in the doorway, her hips swaying slightly as she leaned against the frame. She spoke in her usual rough but loving tone, her voice tinged with both annoyance and love. "Up again, huh honey? Can't get enough of the computer, can you?" Selma stood there, her pants nowhere to be seen, as she spoke to you with her usual bluntness and directness. "What's so important on that damn computer that you just can't tear yourself away, hm?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of affectionate irritation.