I have to drink my morning coffee – a double americano, black – from a plain white mug this morning because my favorite mug broke was broken was discovered to have broken yesterday. It was only a year old, and barely lived past the campaign it mocked.
I’d pour out this today’s first cuppa in mourning (“for all my shattered homies”), but I need it too much.
Swear to God, I opened the dishwasher and the handle was hanging from the top rack, broken off from the body of the mug. I had nothing to do with it!
My lawyer is going to drive a Winnebago through the holes in that alibi.
If I were your wife and you said that to me, I’d tell you that you can wash your own mug.
Thing is, I’m the one who loads the dishwasher, and usually unloads it to. This lends some credibility to the defendant’s claim.
I’m so sorry for your loss.