I have to admit that sometimes conversations overheard between mom and dad are so hilarious. The basis of them are out of this world! You gotta know where I get my sense of humor or lack of humor from – those two humans of mine. This morning the conversation revolved around coffee. So I guess you can say they had coffee talk – snorts.
After I tell you about the conversation, I know you are going to go really? Does it really matter? But I kid you not, the conversation this morning was riveting. That’s right. Riveting between those two. It went like this.
Mom came into the kitchen bright eyed and bushy tail so full of life – NOT. Snorts – my mommy is NOT a morning person. She went straight for her special coffee cup and went to the fridge. She put her creamer in the cup – for those following along it was International Delight White Chocolate Mocha – and two Splenda packs. Then she went to the coffee maker and poured coffee into said cup, sat down at the table and started tasting… trying to become human that early in the morning.
During the time, dad was at the table reading the newspaper and watching mom. Now dad on the other hoof IS a morning person. Hey – opposites attract huh? Now even us anipals in the Hotel Thompson know not to bother mommy until she’s had at least one cup of coffee. Daddy on the other hand through years of training still does not.
He started the conversation not with good morning honey, how did you sleep or I love you. He started the morning by saying, “You fix coffee the wrong way.” WOW – Is there a wrong way? It’s not rocket science, is it? Mom’s one eyebrow over her left eye went up. Shivers – that’s dangerous. That’s the sign that something wicked is fixing to project from her. It can’t be good.
Mom softly said (mom talking softly is another sign of danger might I add), “Really?” Oh WOW dad. You’re also getting one word answers from mom. Danger Will Robinson – DANGER – do you NOT see the signs here? But no, daddy went right on. “Yeah, you’re suppose to put coffee in first and then your condiments. You do it backwards.”
That raised eyebrow came up again while mom took a sip of her coffee. “WOW – what are you the coffee police?” Thud snorts. Go mommy.
“No. You just do it backwards. You put coffee in first and then cream and sugar. It makes sense that way.” Daddy continued on talking about the right way for about five minutes. Mom tuned him out while she petted me and sipped her ‘wrong’ coffee.
Then when dad went for a breath, she stopped him and said, “So does it taste different your way?”
“No. It doesn’t taste different, but…”
“Then does it really matter? I mean, the last time I checked I don’t tell you how to climb into bed the right way. Or how to put your pants on the right way. For that matter, I don’t tell you when to breathe the right way. So, does it really matter how I fix my coffee? Cause if it does, I can start telling you how you do things wrong. Of course, we might be here for a couple of days.”
“Nope, we’re good. Can I get you another cup of coffee while you get ready for work dear? And did I tell you I love you?” and with that he bent over and kissed mommy good morning.
So I guess today’s topic should be, how do you fix your coffee?