I want to make one thing clear. I’m making this post because Mr. Husband ordered me to do so. 🙂 I also need to inform Webster’s dictionary that half has been redefined to mean one-quarter of a cup. All is fair in love, war and now coffee.
He poured the remainder of the pot of coffee and I said “hey, I just wanted a warm up on mine.” He offered to share and so I poured some in my cup. In my defense my coffee cup was already half full, but when he compared our cups it looked like I hogged all the coffee. He burst out laughing and I retreated to the patio with my purloined coffee. He made another pot so it’s not like that was the last coffee on earth…sheesh!
To make it up to him, I purchased some raspberries for him to use in his protein shakes while I was on a beer run. We’re under the gun for tornadoes today, and I’m pretty sure that it’s against the law to not have beer in the house when a storm is a’coming. The only thing more important than beer is a good place to take cover.
I’m not entirely confident that cowering in a shower stall with a pillow over my head will help if we get hit by the type of twisters that took out Moore, Oklahoma yesterday, but all one can do is hope for the best. The part of Dallas we live in rarely gets tornadoes. They are usually to the south of us.
I do wish we had a storm cellar to retreat to in times of need, but I probably can not get any one over to install one by this afternoon. Oh well, you pays yer money and you takes yer chances. Life is like that.