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Sunday, July 31, 2011
I like a good strong cup of coffee in the morning. My father likes a good weak cup of coffee in the morning. When we're staying with my parents I take over the coffee pot in the mornings, because my father doesn't know how to make a strong pot of coffee. It's our perennial battle; I can't believe how weak he makes his coffee and he can't believe how strong I make my coffee. It's a fun game we play. Tonight he called my cell phone to let me know that he just emptied the coffee grounds from this morning, and he thinks there's probably something wrong with me if I drink coffee that strong every day. I thought it was funny.