I just need to complain to someone. This morning DH drank the last cup of coffee. On his way to take Baby Boots to Preschool, I reminded him I didn't have any coffee and there was nothing to eat for breakfast. He said he would get something and come back home with it. I assumed he would go to the Biscuitville up the road - it's a drive thru and super fast and that's our go-to breakfast spot. Instead he parked the car and walked into a coffee shop and got me a coffee and a muffin. I hate muffins. Why, DH, WHY?