Big Ugly Man Doll

So there I was, typing along cheerfully, when the Reigning Queen of Pick, Grand Duchess of Fluff, and High Protector of Barbies came running through the hall.  Nothing odd about that in and of itself, except that she was screaming at the top of her lungs (nothing odd about that, either).  The odd bit is that she was cheerfully screaming, "OK, I’ll be running for my life!"  Delivered in the same tone as, say, "If anybody needs me, I’ll be in the can."  Not "run for your life," nor even "I *am* running for my life."   I think it’s the use of the future tense that has me, um. tense.

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