I get a lot of things from my dad. My brown eyes, olive
skin, and “solid” build all come from him. My annoyingly obsessive attention
to detail, dry sense of humor, and predisposition to mornings go to his credit
too. While some of the traits I have gotten from him are genetic, I’ve also
picked up a lot of learned behaviors from him over the years. Since I was a
little girl I’ve been watching him and studying him and mimicking him – it’s only
natural that some of his habits and traits would eventually become mine. For
better or worse.
There’s one thing he does though that I will just not do.
Never, ever will I be okay with doing this. Never, EVER. It is a habit so
disgusting, so repulsive I can barely bring myself to write it (I’m really
making you want one of those cupcakes up there, aren’t I?).
My father reuses day-old coffee.
There. I said it. And may have gotten a little queasy.