Kyle informs me that I must put up a blog about what happened this morning.
We were eating breakfast and Kyle decided to use his coffee press to make some coffee. Now let me preface this with the fact that we actually don’t drink much coffee in our house, mostly tea. So Kyle made a couple of cups of coffee and I decided to drink a bit with milk and sugar in it (have to mask that bitter taste right?)
I poured in my milk and added four lumps of sugar to the concotion and began to drink. Everything tasted great. I polished off the dregs and put my dishes in the kitchen.
A few minutes later, Kyle asked, “so how’d you like the coffee?”
“Great! It was perfect once I put my milk and sugar in it.”
“Um. Didn’t you know that I had put sugar in the pot?”
“Oh no! How much?”
“Well, I figured that there was about two cups there so I put in eight cubes….maybe ten.”
By this point I was hiding my head and laughing. No wonder I couldn’t taste the coffee, I pretty much drank sugared milk with a bit of coffee flavor. Good thing I don’t drink it very often; better luck next time I guess.