Quite Fluffy About What’s In Her Coffee
(My sister is drinking a coffee she’s left sitting for a few hours. She looks in the mug.)
Sister: “Wow, there’s a lot of fluff in here.”
(She sits there, mulling over her options.)
Sister: “Maybe if I stir it in, it’ll sink the bottom.”
(I watched in horror as she happily stirred and drank her dust-and-cat-hair coffee. I really hope one of us is adopted.)