Confession

I drink coffee just like my dad, minus the black part - sugar and milk are the best thing about a cup of coffee.

My dad "nurses" his coffee all day long. He starts with a cup in the morning while he's at work, drinks a little, works on stuff, forgets about his coffee, remembers his coffee, reheats his coffee, drinks a little more, works on stuff, forgets about his coffee, remembers his coffee, reheats his coffee....

It's just after 3pm and let's just say that "my cup is half full." Pun definitely intended.

Hmm, now that I think about it, I'm not sure what I'm confessing. It's either:  1) that children really do grow up to be their parents or  2) that if there seriously is a connection between microwaves and cancer then me and my coffee mug are screwed.

Take your pick.