I am not sure how other people figure this out, but at our house there are some clear rules. More so in the morning. The first one up makes coffee and medicines/feeds the cats. The last one out of bed makes the bed. Makes sense, right? So when I got up this morning, it was totally within reason to expect there to be coffee, even if Richard had gotten up earlier and had already left the house. Totally within reason! But no. I awoke to nothing. He got up, took care of the cats, ate something, left me the plate to clean, showered, dressed, (all without coffee!?) and left. Knowing how he is about his morning coffee, I have decided that he was just being evil. Being late, as the excuse, will not be accepted. If he ATE, he had time to brew coffee.

So there I was, all bleary eyed, heading down to the kitchen to nothing. No coffee, just a plate. A dirty plate. What a suck-y way to start my off day. I work for the next 6 days straight, so Tuesdays are supposed to be nice and relaxing… *sigh*

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