Men are Mugs

I have noticed in cafes, when we pop in for our morning coffee, that men go for big mugs if they can get them. This has been an important discovery for me as it has helped overcome my guilt in asking for the largest available when always Sally goes for the more modest size.

In fact, I have become so guilt-free on this holiday that I now add a blueberry muffin to go with it, even though breakfast was only half an hour ago. Sally, of course, claims she will refrain from such gluttony but then pinches half of the muffin when we sit down.

Big Mugs, Stuffin' Muffin.
Note Sally's brazen attempt to cover up the muffin crumbs
on her dress when I moved to take the photo