“What… the hell…!” My hubby bellows.
He holds up the near empty coffee carafe with an incredulous look on his face.
“Oh no,” I say. “I only had 2.5 cups of my mug’s size.” I display my best “don’t even go there” look.
John’s notorious for his “manly size” mugs. I’m not exactly sure how much they really hold, but it’s gotta be more than 16 oz. And our coffee maker makes 12 cups.
“But there is always enough left after my two cups to take a travel mug to work!”
Sitting over at the table, our son throws his hands to his head and exclaims, “Would you all please stop arguing over COFFEE?!”
All cool and nonchalant, our 13 yr. old daughter responds aside with a slight smirk.
“You have to understand – it’s life blood…”