SOB was on call Sunday night, and subsequently spent the whole night wide awake. He came home yesterday morning and went straight to sleep. After six hours or so, I went to wake him with a big ole' piping hot cup of coffee. I had also poured a small cup for myself, and fixed it all up just the way I like it. When I came into the room, SOB asked for some water, so I set the cups down on the nightstand. As I came out of the bathroom with his requested beverage, I saw that he was just starting to drink from my coffee cup. I quickly informed him that he was drinking my coffee, but he already had half of the mug's content in his mouth. He looked at me, made a weird face, and then spat the coffee back into the mug.
He didn't understand why I poured it down the sink. Men.
2 comments:
ha ha ha gross.
The sad part is that I would probably drink it.
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