The scene: Walking into the kitchen on Sunday morning, Nick is pouring me a cup of coffee (in the mug pictured above).
Me: AH STOP! I don't want that mug!
Nick: looking puzzled, stops, and starts to pour coffee out of mug into the sink.
Me: Don't pour it out! (sacrilege!) Just...just... leave it. I will put it in a different mug.
Nick: puts mug down, gives me a look, and retreats with his breakfast.
At this point I realized I was having a slight overreaction to a coffee mug and had alienated my husband who was doing something nice for me. Good start to the day really. So, I apologized. Then, for my own benefit more than anyone else's, I proceeded to highlight which mugs I enjoy for coffee. There were 6. As it turns out, I am pretty picky about my coffee mugs.
To make a quiet but very real point, Nick had his coffee from the bunny mug. #husbandwin
It must be genetic, Emma. I only enjoy my coffee in three mugs (and two are the same.)
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