When I got back from the weekend trip that I wrote about earlier, I discovered that my coffee cup was no longer in its usual position. After several minutes of searching, a thought hit me.
Moments later, I was checking the dishwasher. There, near the front of a clean load, was my coffee cup.
Clean. Outside and inside.
Holding the now-white cup in my hand, I showed my wife the now characterless container.
She acknowledged that my coffee would taste different now, but observed that it should be back to normal in a few weeks.
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2 comments:
hahaha...
very wise woman.
piebuko,
Indeed, she is!
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