So Mower has been drinking tea, a lot more than me. I have stayed the course and stayed away from aspartame and diet sodas, but I did have a few Barq's Root Beer for the caffeine to get my motor going for Thanksgiving Day cleaning, since we hosted 24 people. Most of the junk went into containers that were hauled upstairs and hidden around a corner, and some went into the laundry room on top of and surrounding the deep freeze. Anyway, so the root beer was gone and Mower (who has not stayed the course and has cheated with some Diet Dr. Pepper on a few occassions, the wimp) brewed some tea on the stove yesterday. He makes a huge mess pouring a little from a large pot into a small glass, and I am annoyed. That sets the stage for this morning.

Me (noticing the pot is sitting on the stove, half filled with tea, no cover on it): The tea doesn't have a cover.

Mower: I know.

Me: I'm not drinking it.

A few moments later. I contemplate getting some caffeine to give me the energy to decorate for Christmas today, and have that tone in my voice that shows Mower I think he is a dumbass for leaving the tea on the stove, and also just in general for being a man who leaves his socks on the floor minutes before we host 24 people for Thanksgiving. I stare at the tea in the pot, wondering how sanitary it is to leave it uncovered for 24 hours.

Me: Is it decaf?

Mower: Yup.

Me: So no caffeine?

Mower: No, no caffeine.

Me: I'm still not drinking it because of all the bugs we always get in here every now and then.

Mower: (slightly chuckling at my sentence, but completely dismissing me) It's fine.

He goes and gets his large cup, the Bubba Keg, which can hold far more than any human bladder can ever handle.

I busy myself holding the sweetest little baby who doesn't want anyone else holding her right now, but shows it in the sweetest way, not by crying, but by turning her face away with a smile from the person that wants to hold her and she gently places her face against the arm of the person she doesn't want to let go of. Yes, huge grammer and run-on sentence faux pas, but I don't care. I have the cutest little baby who is manipulative and adorable at the same time, a winning combination.

I notice Mower by the sink, not drinking tea. He gets this look on his face that indicates he is ashamed at having to admit I am not wrong. I see the pot has now been poured out into the sink.

Mower: There was a bug.