Saturday, December 20, 2008

Cold Coffee

When I was growing up, my mother was forever looking for her coffee cup. She'd set it down to tend a child or get busy doing something around the house and leave it somewhere. By the time she remembered and found the coffee, it was cold. So, into the microwave it would go. I'll bet there were days she reheated that cup fifty times.

Back then, I didn't understand how she could continually lose track of her cup and why it was always cold. I do now.

1 comment:

Robbie said...

Gosh, I do that all the time -- and I only have two kids!

Have a wonderful Christmas. It will be unforgettable, I'm sure!